WOLF CREEK 2: DUCK FART

Keith Malone is incredibly content. He loves coming around
Wolf Creek… great food, great company, and a decent
place to rest his soul when he needs it. Plus, it doesn't hurt
that his cousins let him dust off his carpenter skills with the
odd job here and there.

Bailey Mitchell is incredibly nervous. He's come all this way
to Campbell River, following up on a chance encounter that
happened months earlier, and now he doesn't know what to
do. One glance and it's obvious Adam's already taken.
What's a lonely Siamese shifter to do?

Drake McKale is incredibly grouchy. He's sick and tired of
every shifter he's run across making fun of him. Hey, duck's
have feelings too! So what if he's smaller than everyone
else? Spoiling for a fight he can actually win, he decides to
pick on the shy, little kitty in the corner. Only, Drake never
reckoned the diminutive cat would proposition him. Or that
the big human in the corner would want in on the action.

One part burly human, one part shy Siamese shifter and one

part twinky (and kinky) duck shifter… layer together and
enjoy!

PRAISE FOR JADE BUCHANAN

“Duck Fart is a hysterically pleasing, sensually charged
erotic romance.” – Kimberley Spinney, Sensual Reads

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Wolf Creek 2: Duck Fart

by

Jade Buchanan

Copyright 2012 Jade Buchanan

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

“Oh, baby, you like that? Huh? Do ya, big boy? You

make me so hot. Yeah, baby--”

“Okay, that’s not working for me. Try it again.”
Bailey looked around, making sure he was still alone in

the parking lot outside Wolf Creek Bar and Grill. Though he
was in a parked car with the windows rolled up, he knew
how sensitive supernatural hearing was. He didn’t care to be
interrupted right now. He’d probably die of embarrassment
if someone overheard them.

He cleared his throat. “Oh, baby, you like that? Do you

like--”

“I can tell you aren’t into it.”
“Man, Sally. Of course I’m not into it. This is

embarrassing!”

His childhood friend laughed, a huge guffaw that nearly

burst his eardrum. He held the phone away from him.

“You need to practice if you expect to win Adam. The

boy’s been there for how long now? You think he’s still
innocent? I hear those hippies out in BC move fast. You
need something to compel him.”

Bailey shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose

with his free hand. “I’m pretty sure my ability to dirty talk is
not going to score any points. Besides, you’re forgetting that
I still need to get close enough to him in order to actually do
the talking dirty part. I can’t just open with that. I’m sure I
sound stupid. Are you sure that’s what he’ll like? Why am I
asking you anyway? It’s not like you’ve ever been with a
guy.”

“Yeah, but I’ve seen way more porn than you have,

buddy, and I’m positive that’s how they sound.”

“Wait, you’re going off of porn?” he whispered,

scandalized.

Suddenly, Bailey straightened in his seat, swinging his

head to the left. Were those headlights turning in here? Oh
my God, they were. He covered the mouthpiece of the
phone, whispering behind his hand. “I have to go, Sal.
Someone’s coming.”

“What?” she screamed.
“Jesus, Sal. Keep it down. I’ll talk to you later.”
He snapped his cell shut, stuffing it into his jacket

pocket. Straightening his jacket, he peered anxiously at the
big truck that pulled in two spots away from him. The man
who stepped out of the truck just about had Bailey
swallowing his tongue. Jeez, he had to be a bear shifter. The
man was simply massive. Tall, and muscled under the

stretched white tee and scuffed blue jeans.

Work boots covered his feet. Bailey considered them,

wondering what size shoe the bear had to wear. He shuffled
his own size eights clad in sensible loafers. He wouldn’t
match up with him, even with his preternatural speed. Cats
just didn’t stack up among the supernatural elite that
gathered here. It was the one thing Sally had coached him
on over and over. Well, before she started in on the whole
dirty talk thing.

He knew he was about to walk into a wolf’s den in

there. Literally, actually. He knew the Black family, who ran
Wolf Creek, were wolf shifters.

It just about had Bailey sweating in his dress shirt and

pressed jeans. Maybe he should take the jacket off. But, if
he did that, then he’d probably look like a dork in the
sweater vest he’d pulled on by accident. Well, okay, it
wasn’t by accident, but he hadn’t been thinking and he’d
just pulled on the first thing his fingers touched. It wasn’t like
he had anything else in his closet. Maybe he should have
gone shopping. Should he have gone shopping?

Taking a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate

before he even entered the place, Bailey repeated Sally’s
mantra to himself, straightening his shoulders. “You’ll be
fine. He’ll love you. This will all be worth it.”

fine. He’ll love you. This will all be worth it.”

Right, he’d be fine. Never mind that he’d just travelled

halfway across the country chasing after a guy he’d had a
crush on for the longest time. Never mind that all he and
Adam had done before Adam had left was kiss. Never
mind the fact that the kiss was responsible for Adam having
to leave after they were caught by Adam’s dad. Jeez, he
was about to start hyperventilating again.

What if Adam didn’t want him? What was he supposed

to do? Everyone knew he’d come out here after Adam.
Sally didn’t exactly have the quietest voice and they had
been sitting in a restaurant when he confided his plan to her.

Bailey shook his head again, determined. It was now or

never. He knew that Adam had taken a job working at
Wolf Creek, Sally had been able to get that much
information out of Adam’s sister, Amanda. All he had to do
was walk inside, order a drink, smile at Adam and voila, it
would all work itself out.

Stepping outside the rental car, Bailey decided to ditch

the jacket. He looked like a dork, there was no hiding it, but
at least he wouldn’t start sweating. Remembering his phone,
he crawled back into the car after the coat, fishing in the
pocket and grabbing it. Great, now where was he supposed
to put this? He squeezed it into his front pocket, hoping he

wouldn't crush it if he had to sit down or anything. Locking
his door, Bailey started for the main entrance to the bar.

He’d heard the rumors long before coming this way, so

he at least part-ways knew what to expect. It was supposed
to be a bar where supernatural creatures could mingle out in
the open, the humans around them none the wiser because
of all the paranormal tales. They just assumed that anyone
claiming to be a werewolf was joking, or part of some weird
group that liked to play around on weekends. They had no
idea that the creatures were real and that they were
dangerous enough to the people around them.

Humans had forgotten to be wary. Give them a little bit

of technology and they forgot all the reasons superstitions
and myths were present in the first place. Bailey should
know, he studied them often enough. In his spare time, of
course. It wouldn’t do for one of the Mitchell men to
actually pursue a degree in anything so feminine as
anthropology. Feminine in his father’s eyes, of course.

Bailey knew darned well how hard it was and he had

the greatest respect for anyone who chose it as a career.
Any of the social sciences, really. You had to be real
dedicated to choose something like that and try and make a
career out of it. Most of his friends that had gone that route
had ended up doing something different when they

graduated because they couldn't find jobs in their chosen
fields. Which had just been another nail in the coffin as far
has his father had been concerned.

No, the men in his family were expected to pursue

more stable things… science, engineering. Proven job
market, respectable field. All the things Bailey hated. His
first few years at the University of Lethbridge were brutal.
Math science majors weren’t exactly babe magnets. Or
male magnets, as Bailey would rather be. Of course,
couldn’t tell his father that either. Siamese were expected to
breed and breed often.

He shuddered, hating the thought.
Bailey was more and more grateful that he’d spent so

much time hanging out with Adam and his sisters. Heck, he
wished he was a tabby, then he wouldn’t have to put up
with all the pressure from his father. He'd been told often
enough that he didn't fit in with the rest of the family. His
father liked to sneer that insult frequently.

“All right, enough stalling, Bailey. Just open the door

already.”

He could hear the sounds coming from the bar. He

wasn’t sure he wanted to go in there. Not like he had a
choice, though.

Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the front door,

Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the front door,

and was nearly assaulted by the sounds that hit his sensitive
ears. He’d expected it to be busy, but he hadn’t expected it
to be quite like this. Sally had told him that bars were often
crowded on Saturday nights but this was ridiculous. There
was a crush of people right in front of him, nearly blocking
his view of the bar itself. It was decorated in some kind of
Irish pub theme. Dark wood, leather and ale-themed
wooden plaques vied for attention with the big-screen TV’s
strewn around the place. There was no sound coming from
them though, not that anyone would be able to hear it over
the shouted conversations taking place.

How did Adam stand this every night? His ears must be

bleeding about now. That was it, Bailey had to take Adam
away from here. He was probably just dying for an excuse
to leave anyway. Bailey could sweep in and rescue him.

Suppressing the urge to hiss, he gingerly sidestepped a

thin man standing by the entrance. Swinging his head from
left to right, he tried to figure out the best place to stand and
wait for Adam. Probably over by the bar. Now, how
exactly was he supposed to get over there?

Within minutes, he had perfectly executed a meandering

path to the bar, thanking his shifter genes for making it
through the thick crowd. Could they possibly cram anymore

people in here? Weren’t there fire codes or something?

He spotted his bear shifter and a tiny open space

beside him. Sidling up to the giant, he inhaled, stunned into
stopping mid-stride. The man was a man. A human. How
was that possible? He was massive. Had to top six feet by a
few inches. Definitely overpowered Bailey by at least a foot.
And a hundred pounds. Jeez, what was the world coming
to? He thought the Barbarian hoard had died out. No one
had bothered to tell this guy. His dark hair was shaggy, cut
haphazardly around his face like he had forgotten what
scissors were. Black eyes, or at least brown eyes so dark
they looked black, blinked down at the thick pint of
Guinness in front of him. No mistaking that smell.

A frown greeted Bailey’s study, brows lowered to

make him appear even more menacing. Embarrassed to be
caught staring, Bailey dredged up a smile, quickly ducking
his head.

A familiar scent reached him and he darted his head

back up, beaming. He met Adam’s familiar gaze, right
before the love of Bailey’s life was kissed by a hulking
werewolf standing beside him.

* * * * *

Keith frowned into his Guinness, tired and achy. He’d

put in a long day, so it was a good thing he could sit back
and relax now. Glancing up, he met Rick Black’s twinkling
gaze. His cousin didn’t say a word, but Keith relaxed all the
same. Damn, he loved coming here. Nothing quite like
sitting back with a few beers and watching a game.

Place was crowded tonight. Keith had to school himself

not to shift in place. He hated being boxed in, but not much
he could do about it. Although, damn, he didn’t mind the
sweet thing beside him. Little guy could press up against him
any day.

Rick snorted. Keith rolled his eyes, knowing his cousin

knew exactly what he was thinking. He hated that the other
man could read him so well. Not literally, of course. Keith’s
werewolf extended family were just really good at figuring
people out.

It’d taken him aback, when he first found out exactly

what they were, but Keith had been brought up to be open-
minded, so it hadn’t been long before he’d been
roughhousing in the Black backyard with the rest of them.
The only difference was that he couldn’t turn into anything
else. He wouldn’t change it for the world, though. His dad
was happy with Shirl and the extended Black family had
welcomed Merv with open arms when they got married.

welcomed Merv with open arms when they got married.
They’d shown the same love to Keith.

Sweet thing suddenly stumbled back, hitting Keith’s

chest. A pained sound reached his ears. Keith wrapped an
arm around the slim chest, holding the guy steady for a
moment.

“You okay?” he murmured, leaning down so the other

man could hear him.

“F-fine.”
Yeah, right. Who was he trying to fool? Keith didn’t

have to be a werewolf to know when someone was lying to
him. He patted the guy's chest, finally releasing him. “You
want a drink?”

“I don’t drink.” His voice was pitched low, but there

was no hiding the soft yowl that escaped after.

Turning around, the diminutive cutie glanced up at

Keith, blinking clear blue eyes. Damn, pretty boy. His
features were vaguely Asian, smooth cheeks and red, pouty
lips giving him a youthful -- damn near jailbait --
appearance. Had to be legal, though. No one under-age
was stupid enough to try and get in when Rick ran the joint.

Keith licked his bottom lip, hoping his hungry growl

was hidden by the noise around them. By the widening of
jailbait’s eyes, he knew the other man had heard. Keith

leaned in closer, furrowing his brow as he looked at the top
of the man’s head. At first glance Keith had thought his hair
was dyed platinum. But no, it was white. With shades of
gray and pink. Strange.

Unable to help himself, Keith raised a hand, petting the

soft pelt of hair. He growled again, knowing for damn sure
everyone around them heard. That wasn’t hair. Fur. The
little one had fur on the top of his head. Silky soft, warm to
the touch, bringing up images of that velvety fur brushing his
thighs as jailbait kissed his way up…fuck. Great, no way the
wolves around him weren’t going to notice that either. His
cock was hard enough to pound nails and he was probably
giving off pheromones like crazy. Just from a single image of
jailbait blowing him.

“What’s your name?” He slid his hand down casually

draping it over jailbait’s shoulder.

The little one looked nervously over said shoulder,

turning back to him with a twitch. What was that all about?

“Bailey.”
“Well, hello Bailey. I’m Keith.”
Bailey once again looked over his shoulder. Okay,

what the fuck? Keith tried to look out over the crowd, see
what the pretty little thing was so nervous about. Was
someone bothering him? He couldn’t hold back his scowl.

He didn’t like the thought of anyone hurting this guy.

“Hi.” Little one -- Bailey -- ducked his head, looking

up at him under a fringe of pale lashes.

“So, you don’t drink?” He inhaled, trying to bring in the

scent of the other man. It was too crowded in here, though,
and his human nose definitely wasn’t up to distinguishing
Bailey’s scent from all the others. Damn.

“Not really. Well, I do, but I wasn’t sure...” He glanced

over his shoulder again, a look of despair filling his eyes
before he blinked and tried to cover it with a crooked grin.
“Actually, a drink sounds perfect.”

All his protective instincts surged to the forefront. Keith

wasn’t sure what was bothering Bailey, but he was
determined to find out. The smaller man was intriguing,
different than what Keith was used to. “You want to grab
something to eat, too?”

Bailey chewed his lip, lifting a hand to rub his nose. He

finally shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”
“We could go back to my hotel room. I have a suite

with a kitchen.”

Okay, what the hell? Keith frowned.
A rosy blush bloomed along Bailey’s cheeks. “I, uh, I

can cook. I’m not bad at it. I mean...well...I can’t bone a

can cook. I’m not bad at it. I mean...well...I can’t bone a
duck or anything but...”

A squawk sounded on the other side of Bailey,

distracting Keith from the lecture he was about to start. This
little one didn’t seem the type to take men home with him.
Keith wasn’t naive enough not to see what Bailey was really
asking.

“What the fuck did you just say?”
Keith and Bailey both turned their attention to the petite

green haired twink standing on the other side of them. The
newcomer let out another nasally honk of outrage, his body
bristling.

He was roughly the same height as Bailey, but it was

like night and day looking at them. Where Bailey looked
completely and utterly preppy in dark denim, white dress
shirt and a cute sweater vest, the new guy was all ripped
jeans, tight tee and attitude. Great, just what he needed.
Why did so many short guys have to try and prove how
tough they were?

“What? Cat got your tongue? Who do you think you

are?” Green Hair jerked his chin, black eyes scowling at
them.

Bailey shivered, backing up until he was pressed tight

to Keith.

Keith stood up, wrapping an arm around Bailey’s

shoulder. “Back off. Now.”

He wasn’t sure what the guy was, human?

Shapeshifter? Something else? That green hair looked
strange. Short, almost buzzed, it had a sheen to it under the
bar lights. When he turned his head, glints of dark hunter
green and deep teal appeared. It was almost like...like a cap
of tiny feathers. Was his day going to get even weirder?
What kind of bird had green feathers?

Rick intervened before things got ugly, somehow

appearing right beside them. “Why don’t I get you all a
drink?”

Keith wasn’t about to take his gaze off the green-haired

guy who was quivering in outrage. He was cute. Didn’t
mean he was harmless, but Keith was pretty sure he could
take him. “I’d like to take him,” he murmured, wincing when
he received two identical shocked glares from Bailey and
new guy.

He’d forgotten where he was for a minute. Damn

supernatural hearing.

Three shot glasses appeared in front of Keith. Glancing

over at Rick, he wasn’t sure he liked the look in his cousins
eyes. “What is this?”

“You’ll like it. Crown Royal, Bailey’s and Kahlua.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”
“Trust me.”
Hell, he couldn’t say anything now. He did trust Rick,

but he’d seen him match up too many people to relax right
now. Why three glasses? Was he trying to tell Keith to go
for both men? That wasn’t going to happen.

With a sigh of resignation, Keith pushed two glasses

down the bar, nodding his head for Bailey and the other
guy. Speaking of which... “What’s your name?”

“What’s it to you?”
“Just tell me your damn name.”
Green Hair bristled again, but apparently decided not

to make a fuss about it. “Drake.”

“Seriously?” Bailey snickered. “A Mallard named

Drake?”

“Fuck you, Pussy.”
Bailey hissed.
“Okay, enough!” He was so not ready to deal with this.

Rick was insane. This was one time Keith wasn’t interested
in his schemes. Although...man, the two twinks were
appealing. Mind make up, he took a slug of his shot,
reluctantly agreeing that Rick had good taste in liquor at
least. Blind as a bat when it came to love, though. No
matter that Keith had seen him in action. Hell, he was here

matter that Keith had seen him in action. Hell, he was here
practically every night, it was kind of hard to miss the
matchmaking undercurrents. Especially the last one, with his
own brother. Marcus Black was ridiculously happy with his
new mate, Adam, but that didn’t mean that Keith wanted to
follow his cousin along that road.

“Hey, Bailey. What are you doing here?”
Keith smirked. Speak of the devil. Turning once again

toward Bailey and Drake, he wasn’t surprised to see Adam,
the new little busboy at Wolf Creek. Also, the newest
member of Keith’s family now that he was mated to one of
Keith’s cousins, the big, bad wolf currently hovering over
him with a menacing frown.

Shit, that explained it. Bailey must be a cat. Adam’s

hair was made up of fur too, in a striped tabby pattern. He
wondered what that made Bailey. He wasn’t exactly a cat
person, he had no idea what the different breeds looked
like. He’d called Drake a Mallard, though. That was a
duck, right? There were duck shapeshifters? What was
next, a hedgehog? Fuck. Shifters. Gotta love them.

“H-hi, Adam.”
“Bailey, when did you get here? Did you come alone?”

Adam beamed.

Keith studied Bailey’s face, confused when the other

man didn’t respond right away. He figured they must be
friends. So, why was Bailey so hesitant? He looked almost
sad.

“He’s with me.” Drake saved the day, slinging an arm

around Bailey and pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his
throat.

Damn, that was nice. Weird, considering Drake had

been ready to blow up just minutes ago. Keith moved
closer, putting one hand on Bailey’s hip, letting him know he
was there if he needed him. Again, weird. He’d just decided
to leave them alone, hadn’t he? Was Rick putting something
in his drinks besides liquor?

“Bailey?” Adam looked perplexed, his forehead

wrinkling.

“I-I’m with them. Him! Them. Uh...I have to go. See

you later.”

His little man charged away from the bar, winding

through the crowd effortlessly. Drake snorted, slamming
back his shot, and then repeating the gesture with Bailey’s
full glass. “Better go fuck my little love kitten. You know
what he’s like.”

“What?” Okay, then. Now that was shock on Adam’s

face.

With another snort of laughter, Drake followed Bailey

outside, leaving Keith standing beside a bewildered tabby
and a bristling wolf. He slanted his gaze toward a grinning
Rick. Great. Just great.

Chapter Two

Drake didn't even bother to hide his grin. He'd come to

the bar tonight to see if he could get lucky and it looked like
his wish was about to be had. That was if he could find the
sweet kitty that ran out of here like his tail was on fire.

“Here, kitty kitty kitty.”
A muffled snort sounded from his left.
“You better not be talking to me.”
Drake laughed. “Maybe. What are you going to do to

me if I was?”

His kitten scuffed his feet on the gravel, coming into the

light. “I'm not really all that... To be honest, I probably
wouldn't do anything. I'm not all that up on threats and
making people do what I want.”

Oh now, that wasn't good at all. Kitten sounded like

he'd been crying. Drake wasn't sure why he cared but he
didn't like that choked sound in his voice.

“Well, I guess that means I'm going to have to teach

you.” Drake finally came close enough to see his face. Yep,
definitely crying.

“Why did you follow me? What was all that back in the

bar?” His kitten sniffed. Damn, what was the man's name

again? Bailey? He thought that's what the other cat had
called him.

“Can't a guy be mysterious?” Drake asked.
“Not really. You must have had a reason.”
“Let's just say you intrigue me.” Drake wasn't sure of

the reason himself, but that excuse served well enough. It
was true anyway, the pussycat did intrigue him. The sweater
vest alone was enough to make Drake want to see what
was hiding underneath.

“I'm sorry for what I said. About the whole duck thing,

and then making fun of your name. I'm just a bit out of sorts
right now.”

Crap. Drake hated apologies. “Well, shit. You can't go

around just apologizing for stuff you say, otherwise I'm
going to look like an ass if I don't turn around and do the
same. Trust me, I've learned it's easier just to admit to being
an asshole than to apologize for everything I do to annoy
others.”

Bailey shrugged. “It doesn't hurt to be polite. Maybe

you should try it some time.” A cute little smirk appeared on
kitten's face.

“Oh ho! Look who's getting all cocky?” Drake

chuckled, liking the hint of spine. “So, tell me, you looking
for anything in particular at the big WC?”

“Huh? Doesn’t that stand for Water Closet? As in

bathroom?”

Now that he thought about it... “Nope. WC for Wolf

Creek Bar and Grill.”

Bailey humphed before looking down and scuffing his

loafer-shod feet. Drake peered closely at the shoes. He
didn't think he'd ever seen anyone wearing loafers before.
Heck, he'd seen them in stores, just didn't think anyone
bought the damned things. Interesting. He needed to get
pussycat out of those sensible shoes and into something a bit
more... well, just more.

“No. Nothing in particular.”
“You sure? Cause it certainly looked like you might be

between the big ass human and your kitty friend.”

“I wasn't looking for anything.” Bailey set his jaw, his

lower lip perilously close to poking out into a pout.

“Alright. No need to fret, kitty cat. So, you weren't

looking. You want to find something anyway?”

“Huh?”
“Work with me here, doll. You want to get lucky?”
The look on the other man's face was priceless. Shock

warred with a hint of lust. Unfortunately for Drake, the
shock looked to be winning.

“Come on, you don't go into a bar like that alone unless

“Come on, you don't go into a bar like that alone unless

you're meeting up with someone or looking to go home with
someone. Which is it?”

“Uh...” Bailey glanced behind Drake, obviously looking

at the front door of Wolf Creek Bar and Grill where they'd
both come out of. He shrugged his shoulders. “Looking to
go home.”

“Well, look no further then. Come on, my car's this

way.”

Drake strolled forward, grabbing Bailey by the hand

and nearly towing him over to his rust bucket. Bailey shied
back at the car, probably horrified, but Drake wasn't about
to let the guy get away now. Not unless Bailey really wanted
to leave, of course. Drake wanted to get laid, but he was
proud enough that he wasn't going to pressure someone
who didn't want it. Besides, he figured he could always go
back into WC and find someone else if this prize got away.

Keying open the doors, Drake managed to get Bailey

into the passenger seat. He figured the pussycat would freak
out if he ushered him into the back seat, so they'd have to
play a little slap and tickle here and then move it to his
apartment for the big show. Drake really didn't care where
he was to get it on but he figured Bailey was a bit more
conservative when it came to hooking up. Although... “You

have done this, right?”

“Of course!” Bailey shifted in his seat.
Huh. That kind of smelled like a lie, but he wasn't sure.

His dick was starting to join the fun now that he almost had
a sure thing in his territory, so Drake decided to ignore his
gut feeling.

Grabbing hold of Bailey's hand, Drake leaned forward

and captured his lips in a melting kiss. Damn, the man was
sweet.

Drake moaned, slanting his mouth and teasing the

crease of Bailey's lips with his tongue. Come on, little kitty,
let me in. He nearly purred himself when Bailey opened his
mouth, sucking Drake's tongue inside.

While their lips were occupied, Drake set his hands to

wandering. Bailey was a bit uptight in his dress, but Drake
figured he could have him out of the preppy vest in no time.
He slid one hand behind Bailey, turning his body into the
other man. He'd done this enough times that he knew
exactly how to manoeuvre around the steering wheel and
stick shift. It wasn't comfortable, but it would do.

Pulling up the dress shirt in the back, Drake touched

skin. Bailey shivered in his hold, letting out a mew of
pleasure. Oh ho, he liked that.

Drake let Bailey go just far enough to look at the other

man. He wanted to hear more spilling from Bailey's lips.
“Come on, talk dirty to me, baby.”

A look of panic crossed Bailey’s face. Drake hid his

grin. This should be fun.

“Uh...I want you to put your alligator in my love

tunnel?”

Eyes wide, Drake started to choke. He could barely

breathe, bent over the steering wheel now, laughing so hard
his belly hurt.

“Stop it! It wasn’t that funny. You’re a...an ass!” Bailey

slapped at his shoulder.

Drake tried to bring himself back under control. A

peep escaped and his body started to shake again. The look
on Bailey’s face. Priceless. If he hadn’t known the bugger
was a cat, he would now. Drake could practically see the
hair standing up on end, righteous indignation written right
across the pretty features. Bailey sniffed, turning his head,
mouth pursed tight. He pushed himself about as far away
from Drake as he could get and still be in the car. At least
he wasn't storming off, though.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s just... man, that’s the best

thing I’ve ever heard. Let me guess, you’re not exactly up
on the whole dirty talk?”

Bailey shrugged, still looking like he had a poker stuck

Bailey shrugged, still looking like he had a poker stuck

up his ass. Mmm, now that was a nice image. He kept it to
himself, guessing it wasn’t something the kitty would want to
hear.

“Let me give you some advice, sugar. You want to

dirty talk? Talk about how hot you are, what you want to
do. You want to get real dirty? Say something about...I
don’t know...jerking your load all over my nuts, or making a
nice hot, steamy cream pie for both of us to enjoy.”

Frowning, Bailey studied him. “Cream pie? The only

pie I know how to make is Saskatoon berry pie.”

Drake cocked his head. “Is that supposed to be a

euphemism for something? Cause I’m not getting the
reference.” He started to snicker. “Man, I’m definitely
taking you home with me. I’m going to get that mouth all
dirty by the end of the weekend, I promise.”

Bailey seemed to unwind at that. “Do you...” He

glanced out the windshield, looking at the entrance to the
bar. Heaving a sigh, he said, “Do you want to come back to
my hotel?”

“Where's your hotel?”
Bailey named a place that was nearly across town. It

wasn’t that far, but Drake didn’t want to slow things down
too much. Drake shook his head. “My apartment's closer.

You game?”

The little kitty paused, thinking. Finally he nodded.
Okay, now they were talking. He ignored the smell of

sadness emanating from Bailey. The kitten was an adult and
he was the one who asked. Drake wasn’t sure why the guy
was sad. Was it because of the tabby or the human?

Didn’t matter. Drake was the one here now. The other

two had snoozed and losed, and he was the one that would
get to fuck the little pussycat tonight.

* * * * *

Bailey nervously shifted, glancing over at the Mallard

beside him. He had no idea what he was doing. Did he even
want to do this? All he knew was that his entire purpose for
being here in Campbell River was null and void. Adam was
mated? When had that happened? How had that happened?
What was he supposed to do now?

He'd come here to try and convince Adam they were

perfect for each other, but he couldn't possibly compete
with the werewolf in there. Even if Adam wasn't supposed
to be with the big hairy man, Bailey would have a big fight
on his hands trying to split them apart. The werewolf had
looked pretty possessive. Their scents had been so

combined back at the bar that Bailey couldn't separate one
from the other. No doubt about it, Adam was definitely off
limits now.

It was hopeless.
He might as well turn around right now and head back

home. So, why wasn't he doing that? Why wasn't he on his
way back to his hotel?

What the heck was he doing in Drake's car, heading to

Drake's house?

Maybe his family was right... maybe Bailey really did

need to have his head examined.

“You freaking out on me already?” Drake reached

over, patting his thigh.

Bailey had to hold himself stiff so he didn't jerk at the

touch. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to Drake. He just
didn't know how he was feeling. His equilibrium had been
blown to smithereens back at Wolf Creek.

First seeing Adam with another man and then feeling a

stirring of attraction for a human of all things. To top it off,
he couldn't shake his attraction to Drake either. What was
up with that? He'd gone his entire life being in love with one
man, and not even being attracted to anyone else. His radar
had been set on Adam since they were in diapers together
and while he'd hidden it for years because of his family, he'd

and while he'd hidden it for years because of his family, he'd
never even looked at another man. Or woman. It had
always been Adam. So, what was wrong with him that he
was now lusting after not one, but two men?

Was his love for Adam really so shallow? But, that

didn't matter anyway. Adam was out of his reach now. He
had to move on, right? He wasn't going to sit here and
wallow in his grief.

Drake pulled to a stop, jarring Bailey from his thoughts.

“Are we here?” He unbuckled his belt, getting out of the car
and standing beside it.

Drake nodded, moving toward the apartment building

they were parked in front of. “Yep. Home sweet home.
Watch for the mess. The housekeeper doesn't come until
Tuesday.”

“Really? Ours cleans every day.”
Drake stopped, nearly causing Bailey to run into him.

“You have a housekeeper? Seriously?”

Oh, Drake was joking. “Uh, kidding. Who has a

housekeeper?” He forced a laugh, knowing the other man
didn't believe him but luckily Drake didn't push the issue.
Bailey really didn't want to talk about his family, anyway.

He quickly followed Drake inside, up the stairs and

onto the third floor landing. This place was making his skin

crawl. Everything was covered with a thin coating of grime.
Come to think of it, he should have paid more attention
outside. Not that Bailey knew anything about Campbell
River. Heck, how was he going to get back to his hotel?

He should have asked Sally about this when he'd had

her on the phone earlier. Maybe he should excuse himself to
the bathroom and call her from there? He did have his cell
on him. No, that wouldn't do. She'd just lecture him for
going home with Drake in the first place. He had quickly
agreed when Drake had suggested coming to his place.
Now, he was thinking maybe the hotel would have been the
better idea. More people around. Easier to get Drake
kicked out by security or something. Wait, would Bailey's
father hear about it if he had to call security to kick a guy
out of his hotel room? No, of course not. Right?

“Babe, I can smell your unease. You sure you want to

do this?” Drake had stopped in front of a door, obviously
waiting for Bailey.

Reminded of one of his supernatural senses that he

hadn't been using, Bailey inhaled. Drake smelled like lust,
sure, but he didn't smell like subterfuge or malice.

“You'll drive me back to Wolf Creek?”
“Course. You want to go now, or later? No pressure,

kitty cat.”

“You'd seriously take me back now if I asked?”
“Course. Don't be dumb. I'm not going to force you to

do something you don't want to. Besides, if you aren't into
this, I'm not going to be able to enjoy it. So, make your
decision.”

Bailey stepped forward, pressing himself into Drake's

back. Darn, the other man was warm. He nuzzled the
shoulder in front of him. “You can take me back later.”

“Hooyah. Let's get this ride started.” Drake beamed at

him, opening the door, and stepping inside a complete mess.

Holy mackerel!
He suddenly didn't want to touch anything. “Maybe you

should rethink the whole housekeeper thing. It might not hurt
to have someone come in and bulldoze this.”

“You making fun of my place?”
“No, of course not.” Why, oh why, would anyone

make fun of this rat's nest? Frog legs, what was that smell?
Bailey reared back as if he'd been hit in the face.

“Come on, the bedroom's cleaner.”
“Uh, sure.” Bailey gingerly made his way through the

room, scared to step on anything lest he find the source of
that smell.

“Fuck, you're back to acting the cat again, aren't you?”

Drake stood in a doorway to his right, a smirk on his face.

Drake stood in a doorway to his right, a smirk on his face.

Bailey felt his spine straighten against his will. He

couldn't help it. There was too much of his family in him not
to poker up when someone made fun of him. He willed
himself to relax, put on a disinterested air.

“Come on, little one. Time to play.”
Shaking the rest of his stiffness out, Bailey hop skipped

the rest of the way through the main room. He ignored
Drake's snort of laughter. Finally making it to the bedroom,
Bailey peered inside, grateful that it really was cleaner in
here. Not spic and span, but better. Bailey ignored the pile
of clothes in the corner. At least they weren't strewn all over
the place.

“Why's this so clean compared to the rest of your

place?”

“Honestly, that's not all me. My roommate is a pig.”
“Really?” Bailey approved of this room. He didn't feel

like he'd need to decontaminate after sitting on the bed. The
sheets were pulled up, at least. Not neatly, but it was night
and day better than the main rooms. It made Bailey a bit
jealous, actually. He had to keep his room military tidy or
his father would have his head. He wouldn't mind being able
to throw his towel on the ground after showering, or mess
up his sock drawer. This was almost liberating, for him,

being in Drake's lived-in room. Mind made up, Bailey
moved over to the bed and perched on the end.

“Not literally. He's just messy.”
“I knew that!” Of course he knew that. He would have

smelled it if the roommate had been anything other than
another Mallard. Although, man, he still had a bit of that
rank smell stuck in his nostrils, so maybe he wouldn't have.
“What died in your living room?”

“Don't ask. It's better not to know. Jimmy cleans it

every once in awhile but until then I just ignore whatever
science experiment he has growing in the place. He pays
most of the rent anyway. This is technically his place. I'm
just crashing for awhile since I don’t normally live here.”

“You don’t?”
“I grew up in Victoria. I’ll be going back soon, but until

then I need a place to stay.”

Unsure what to say now, Bailey fisted his hands.
“So, what's your kink?” Drake closed the door, sealing

them inside. It also had the effect of sealing the awful smell
outside, so Bailey was glad of the action.

“I, uh. Kink?”
“What do you like to do? What don't you like to do?”
“I'm not sure. What do you like?” Man, he was

nervous. How did people do this all the time? He knew

friends of his that met virtual strangers all the time and went
home with them. So, how did they do it?

“Here, why don't you look in my toy chest and see if

that relaxes you. We can just play around, no fucking or
anything. If that's what you want. I'm just looking to get off.
Don't really care how that happens. You could say I'm a bit
easy about all this.” Drake moved over to the dresser
beside the bed, flashing a dark grin at Bailey when he knelt
on the ground.

He tried to return Drake's smile. Inching up the bed, he

peered into the drawer Drake held open. Oh, wow. He
didn't know what half of that was. The butt plugs were
obvious enough, although he figured his face was hot enough
to toast bread right now just looking at them. The string with
the balls had him perplexed and the leather and metal thing
on the left was completely out of Bailey's realm of
experience. Which was limited, admittedly, but still...

“What the heck is that?” He pointed to the metal and

leather, confused.

“Ah, my sweet dove. That's a locking cock cage.

You've never seen one?”

Bailey tried not to blush that Drake had said that word.

He really did feel out of his element. Which only made him
want to spend more time with Drake. Obviously the old

want to spend more time with Drake. Obviously the old
Bailey hadn't been enough to keep Adam interested, so he
figured it probably wasn't enough to keep anyone else
interested either. Maybe if Adam had been in love with
Bailey he wouldn't have left in the first place and he certainly
wouldn't have hooked up with a werewolf who looked like
he'd left his innocence behind years ago.

“What's it do?” He stared at the device in Drake's

hand, trying to figure out where it would go. Well, okay, that
was obvious, but why would you put it there?

“You really want to find out?” Drake had a wicked

look on his face. “Take your clothes off, then.”

Bailey nearly balked but remembered his newfound

goal to let go of his old self. The old Bailey would have run
screaming at the thought. New Bailey was a take-charge
type of guy. Reaching for his sweater vest, Bailey pulled it
up and over his head. He dropped the material to the
ground, inwardly cheering that he didn't fold it and set it
neatly on the dresser. Take that, old Bailey!

His dress shirt was next, and then his shoes followed by

his pants. Quick, economical movements. He didn't look at
Drake, afraid the sight of the other man would stop him.
Clad only in briefs and his socks, he finally glanced up. He
wasn't quite confident enough to continue.

Drake licked his lips, reaching up with both hands and

smoothing them along Bailey's sides. His palms ghosted
over Bailey's chest, pressing against his nipples and making
Bailey jump. Oh, wow. That actually felt really nice. Bailey
studied Drake intently, awed by the look of lust the other
man was sporting. Did Drake really find him attractive?

Frozen by that revelation, Bailey let Drake take over.

Still on his knees, the other man slid Bailey's briefs down his
legs, his lips parting as Bailey's groin was revealed to his
gaze. Drake made no other movements except to nudge
Bailey to lift a foot. His right sock was discarded and then
his left. Bailey purred, the sound escaping his throat.

Wait, was that him? Was he... was he actually getting

turned on?

Drake picked up the cage, licking his lips again. He

removed the two open locks, sliding the metal and leather
up Bailey's penis without a word. Bailey jumped, unable to
stop himself. He'd never had anyone else touch him. He
wasn't sure what to make of Drake's almost clinical
movements. He'd expected him to draw out his actions, play
with Bailey, so to speak. The fact that he wasn't was almost
enough to throw Bailey for a loop.

The metal was cold against his skin and the strap

around the base of his penis was tightened smoothly. Drake

inserted one of the locks, snapping it shut. The strap around
his testicles was next, and the second lock snapped shut.
Bailey fidgeted, not sure whether he liked this or not. It was
a weird feeling. Heavy in a place he'd never felt weight like
that before. The metal and leather kept him contained, and
he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to get an erection with
this in place. What was the purpose of it, then?

“Why?”
Drake glanced up, his gaze nearly blistering Bailey. Oh,

wow. The other man definitely liked it. “Why what? Why
wear it? It's so you can't get hard. Withholding sex can be a
big turn-on. When you finally get released, it's like nirvana
when you can finally cum.”

Huh. Okay, he didn't quite get that but, to each his

own. Bailey reached down, touching one of the locks. Now
might be a tad too late to ask, but... “Do you have a key for
this?”

Drake made a face. “Of course I do. Right here.”

Reaching into the drawer, Drake pushed objects around, as
if searching for something. He finally turned back to Bailey,
a sheepish expression on his face. “Oh, shit.”

No, no no no. This couldn't be happening to him.

Chapter Three

“Get me out of here! You can't just do this! I knew this

was a bad idea! Oh no. No no no. This isn't happening. I
can't believe this is happening.” Bailey knew he was
panicking but it was too late to try and stop himself. He sat
down on the bed, too stunned to know what to do. Drake
didn't have a key?

Drake knelt at his feet, an expression of amusement

suddenly appearing on his face.

“You think this is funny?” Bailey needed his clothes. He

needed to get dressed and get out of here. Old Bailey was
screaming 'I told you so' in his ear and he really needed to
have his head examined now. He let someone... right, better
not to dwell on that. He'd known this whole thing was a
mistake. He should have stayed home and never tried to
follow Adam out here. Look what happened.

“Sorry, babe. Uh... just give me a second to think

about this. I know I have the key somewhere. Somewhere.
Huh, where'd I put the key? Better question, when was the
last time I wore that baby?” Standing up in one silky move,
Drake started to pace back and forth in front of Bailey.

Bailey stared at the guy, somehow hoping he'd be able

to figure it out and this would all be better. Drake had to
know what to do.

The man in question suddenly pulled a cell phone out of

his back pocket.

Wait a minute... what was Drake doing?
“Drake? What's that for?”
Drake waved him to be quiet, instead pressing a single

button.

Oh no, he couldn't call anyone. Bailey would just die if

anyone saw him like this. He would die!

Screaming wordlessly, Bailey lunged for Drake. For the

first time in his life he actually felt violent toward another
being.

Drake unsuccessfully hid a chuckle, managing to fend

Bailey off with one arm and leg while he held the phone up
to his ear. “Rick? Man, I need your help. Let's just say I
have a little kitten tied up and need a bit of assistance getting
him untied.”

Bailey dropped to the ground, mortification flooding

him. Rick? Not Rick from Wolf Creek Bar and Grill? Oh,
good lord, he was never going to be able to look at the
other man again. He was so suave, so sophisticated. Bailey
was sure nothing like this had ever happened to the
werewolf.

Drake hung off the phone, squatting in front of Bailey.

“He's going to send someone over here to help get you out.”

“I hate you.” Bailey sulked, wishing he was anywhere

but here right now.

“Come on, you don't mean that. Where's my sexy little

kitty gone?”

“He disappeared when you locked him into a chastity

belt and lost the key!” Gaining his feet again, Bailey paced
from one end of the small room to the other. There wasn't
much room for him to move around anyway, but it made
him feel better. Walking from the bedside table where his
hell had begun, around the bed and past the dresser to the
other bedside table. He turned in place and skirted Drake
who was following him. Glaring at the other man, knowing it
was ineffective, Bailey tried to figure out what to do.

“Babe, it’s a locking cock cage, not a chastity belt.”
“They’re the same thing, you dummy!”
“Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m calm. Can’t you see

I’m calm?” Bailey waved his hands around, gesturing wildly.

“Oh yeah. Real calm. I think I’m going to go wait out in

the living room.”

“Don’t you dare leave me here. This is your fault!” He

couldn't breathe. Oh, he couldn't breathe. He collapsed on

couldn't breathe. Oh, he couldn't breathe. He collapsed on
the bed.

Drake sighed, dropping down to his knees in front of

Bailey again. “Please calm down. You're going to
hyperventilate.”

Bailey dropped his head to his hands, moaning.
Warm arms came around him, hugging him. Despite his

panic, Bailey snuggled close. He needed the comfort right
now. This was totally something he should have anticipated
but it was all just so far outside his realm of experience.

“It's going to be okay. Just think about it. Now you

have a cool story to tell people when you're playing truth or
dare.”

Bailey really didn't like the thread of amusement in

Drake's voice. He was having a bit too much fun at his
expense. He dropped his hands, fisting them in the sheets
beside his hips.

“Come on, babe. It could be worse.” Drake pressed

his lips to Bailey's shoulder, mouthing his flesh and causing
goosebumps to erupt all along his exposed skin. Which was
pretty much his entire body, come to think of it. Maybe he
should get dressed?

“How could it be worse?” No, he was not weakening.

He needed to stay strong, but, oh! Drake's tongue was so

hot, sliding along his shoulder. Licking up his neck, toying
with his pulse.

“My roommate could be home.” Drake chuckled, his

mouth lifting briefly and melding to Bailey's lips. Oh, wow.
The man could kiss.

Firm hands moved up Bailey's back, palms gliding over

his shoulders and down his arms. Drake gently pressed
against Bailey's clenched fists, capturing his fingers when
Bailey reflexively released his hands. Holding him down with
just that press of his hands, Drake arched up. Bailey leaned
back on the bed, Drake following him until the other man
was kneeling astride his prone body.

Drake finally released his mouth, lips gliding down his

neck and ghosting over his chest. He skirted Bailey's
nipples, instead pressing his teeth to the very centre of
Bailey's chest. Throwing his head back, Bailey let out a
rumbling purr, feeling his nerve endings scream in pleasure.
He'd never felt this way before. Even a few weeks ago,
when he'd had his ill-fated kiss with Adam, it wasn't this
huge. His body was on fire. What did that mean? What did
it mean that Drake was able to pull these responses out of
him when Adam couldn't? Was it just because Drake was
more experienced? Could it be something else?

No, he couldn't think that way. This was just lust. Plain

and simple lust. For a man who had just locked him into a
chastity device with no way of getting him out. Was Bailey
insane?

His penis jerked, trying to firm up. The heaviness of the

metal and leather was pressing into his skin in a way that he
wasn't sure how to describe. It wasn't exactly
uncomfortable. Not yet, anyway. It tugged, though. His skin
felt alive and he was aware of it like never before. Did he
like that feeling? It was too soon to tell.

A firm knock sounded at the front door of the

apartment. Bailey jerked upright, just barely missing
knocking heads with Drake as the other man moved
backward.

With a cheeky grin, Drake bounded up off the bed.

“Better throw something on over top all that naked glory.
We don't know who Rick sent over to fix this mess.”

Grateful for the warning, Bailey scrambled for his pants.

He didn't bother with his briefs, it would take too long
considering Drake was already out of the bedroom and
wandering through the hazardous waste outside.

Bailey nearly knocked himself out trying to hop into his

pants. Frantic, he yanked them up his legs, fingers
uncoordinated. Drat! Why wouldn't the zipper work?

“Hey, handsome. I remember you,” Drake said. You'd

“Hey, handsome. I remember you,” Drake said. You'd

think he was the cat shapeshifter with that sultry purr in his
voice. Where had the belligerent man from the bar gone?
Was this how Drake was when he was alone or was he just
happy because he figured Bailey was a sure thing?

“Someone call for a tool-man?”
Bailey froze at the familiar voice. Oh no. Not him.

Anyone but him.

“Come on in. Your project is in the bedroom.” Drake's

voice sounded closer than before.

“What do you need?”
“You'll see. It's really more effective if I just show you.”
Bailey dropped back down to the bed, covering his

face with his hands again. This wasn't happening to him. Did
fate hate him? Was that why he was now stuck in an
apartment with two men that confused him more than
anything else? The only thing that could be worse right now
would be if Adam and his wolf showed up.

“Hey, there. Long time no see.” The voice was low,

rough. A callused hand appeared under his chin, tilting his
face up to Keith’s.

Why did it have to be him?

* * * * *

Why did it have to be him?
The sight of Bailey sprawled over the bed, with only a

pair of pants on was nearly enough to have Keith crawling in
there with him. Shit, the little one was way more delectable
than anyone had a right to be.

Add in the smirking twink standing beside Keith and he

was ready to yell yahoo and see who could stay on for eight
seconds. Or eight hours. Either was fine with him really.

Why did it have to be these two that were in trouble?

Keith knew he should have ignored Rick when he asked for
his help. His cousin was just too wily for Keith not to have
realized he’d try and pull something like this. Especially after
that whole three shot glasses thing in the bar earlier. First
Rick implies Keith should be with both men and then he
provides the opportunity for that to happen. If he didn’t
know better, he’d think his cousin had orchestrated this
entire thing.

“What's up?” He wasn't sure why he was here. Rick

hadn't explained it. Not that he needed to, since they were
family so Keith would pretty much do anything to help him
out. Though that was probably something Rick had been
banking on.

The green-haired Mallard bounced to the bed beside

Bailey, grinning at Keith. “We had a bit of a problem.”

Bailey was still silent, staring at him with those big blue

eyes. Keith couldn't look away.

“Bails, just show him.”
Bailey shook his head.
“Babe. Come on. The faster he gets it off you, the

faster we can pick up where we left off.”

Spots of color bloomed on Bailey's cheeks. “In your

dreams,” he whispered, shooting a mild glare at Drake.

Huh, what was that all about? He figured these two

were getting along since they disappeared after meeting
each other in the bar. He was a bit surprised, mind. He
didn't expect Bailey to run off with Drake, especially since
he'd already propositioned Keith. Bailey just didn't seem the
type. Keith shook his head. He was obviously out of
practice. He couldn't read people the way he thought he
could. He ignored the voice in his head saying he was hurt,
not surprised.

The little cat didn't owe him anything.
Sure, he would have liked it if he'd gone home with him

instead. But, hell, that's what happened with strangers.
Couldn't anticipate what they were going to do, so no point
in trying to.

Although, man, who would have thought Bailey would

Although, man, who would have thought Bailey would

have left with Drake?

“Alright. I don't care who explains it to me, but

someone better tell me why I'm here. Rick just said you
needed my particular talents. So, spill.”

“Drake locked me in a chastity belt and can't find the

key,” Bailey blurted out.

“Locking cock cage, baby. It's a locking cock cage.”
Huh. He hadn't seen that coming.

Chapter Four

Keith stared back and forth between Bailey's mortified

red-cheeked face and Drake's sensual heavy-lidded one.
“Are you shitting me?”

Bailey gave a small shake of his head.
Okay then. Well, wow. He really hadn't seen that

coming. “Okay, I can get you out. Just let me go back down
to my truck and see what I have in the way of bolt cutters.”

Bailey blanched.
Keith tried to hide his grin, but he must have been

unsuccessful when the little one started to frown. Man, the
wrinkle between his eyes was adorable when he did that,
and obviously Keith needed to get laid if he was still looking
at Bailey when he was in some other man's bed. Right,
prioritize.

He needed to get out of here before his cock got any

harder. Fuck, too late. “I'll be back.”

One step back into the living room and Keith finally

noticed what he was too distracted to see the first time he
came in.

It looked like this was the room mismatched furniture

came to die. The apartment opened up into the dining room,

with the so-called living room set behind it. About halfway
through the living room there were two branches off either
side of the place. They'd taken the route to the right when
he'd first gotten here so he assumed someone else lived in
the bedroom to the left. He could just make out an unmade
bed amidst the piles of clothes revealed through the open
doorway.

Everything in here gave the appearance of age, mold

and disarray. How could someone live like this? He shook
his head, trying to ignore whatever he might be stepping on.
A good trash bag would solve half the problems in here.
And a disinfectant of some sort. Actually, make that a lot of
disinfectant.

Keith ignored the duck shadowing him to the front door

but when the man left the apartment with him, Keith finally
turned around. “You can't leave him alone in there. Poor
guy looks like he might have a stroke.”

“Ah, kitten will survive.”
“The two of you need a pet sitter.” He shook his head,

turning back and heading to his truck.

“You volunteering, big man?”
Did he look insane? Okay, so the tent at the front of his

jeans might be a bit obvious, but he was trying to ignore it
so the damned duck should too. Or, was that what he was

referring to? Shit, did ducks have a good sense of smell?
Good enough to catch a sniff of the hungry pheromones
Keith was more than likely shooting off.

A quick look in his truck showed the bolt cutters

exactly where he thought they would be. Drake crawled up
into the bed of the truck, bouncing around while he pawed
through the stuff Keith was toting around. Keith grinned
despite himself.

“So, why'd Rick send you, tool-man?”
“I happened to be sitting at the bar when you called.

I'm assuming it was you, since Bailey in there looks like he
might wear a cock cage forever before telling someone he
got locked into one.”

“Yeah, it was me. I'm just surprised, is all. Didn't think

I'd see you again tonight.”

“I won't be here long, then I'll be out of your hair.”

Keith motioned for Drake to step down. “Come on, we
better get back.”

“Hmm. You don't have to leave right away.” Drake

jumped down, running a palm over his hair. Feathers. Hair.
Shit, was it still called hair when it wasn't actually hair?
Whatever it was, the strands looked like velvet under the
soft glare from the streetlights.

Keith's hands itched. Setting his shoulders, he ignored

Keith's hands itched. Setting his shoulders, he ignored

the feeling, and the duck. Starting back on his own, he
wasn't surprised when Drake caught up to him in two steps.

“Seriously, there's no need for you to run out.”
“What, you going to offer beer and peanuts? We going

to watch the game on TV or something?” Keith couldn't
figure Drake out. He wasn't Keith's type. At all. Too
mouthy, too twinky. Too crazy. Yet, there was something
about him.

“Well, I have nuts. And you can watch a game.” Drake

snickered.

It didn't take any time at all for Keith to figure out what

Drake was implying. He snorted. “Right, well, it looks like
you might be busy with someone else's nuts as soon as I get
Bailey out of your little toy.”

“I have two hands.” Drake glanced up at Keith through

his lashes. The tip of his pink tongue darted out, wetting his
lower lip.

Keith's chest practically vibrated from the force of the

growl he let out at the sight. Oh yeah, the duck was good.

They made it to the apartment door without another

word said. Keith tried to ignore Drake's heavy hints. He
couldn't stay here. They just really weren't his type, after all
was said and done. It would be insane to consider having a

fling and leaving. Although, nothing said he couldn't do that.
Rick wasn't expecting him back and all he had waiting for
him when he left here was an empty house.

One step back into the mess of Drake's apartment and

he had one reason for leaving as soon as this was done.
“Hazmat probably uses this place as their training facility.”

“You trying to say something?” Drake bristled in front

of him.

“I'm not trying. I'm saying. This place should be

condemned.”

“It's not me! It's my fucking roommate. He gets mad if I

touch his stuff.”

Uh oh. Was that a blush riding high on Drake's

cheekbones. Was the duck embarrassed? Crap, now Keith
wanted to make things better. He reached out, stopping at
the feel of the bolt cutters in his hand. Right, he was here to
do a job and get out. Although, he wouldn't mind a job as
payment for his services rendered and all that. Blow or hand
would be perfectly fine with him.

“Hello?” Bailey asked, his voice quiet.
“Better go rescue the cat.” Drake turned away, stalking

into the kitchen.

Keith sighed, making his way in the opposite direction

until he reached the bedroom. Bailey was wringing his

hands, still sitting on the bed. Actually, come to think of it,
this room was a hell of a lot cleaner than the rest of the
apartment. Maybe it really was Drake's roommate that
wrecked the joint. Ah, hell. Did that mean he was going to
have to go out there and apologize for being a smart ass?

Later. He'd talk to Drake later. Now, he had another

problem to fix. He stared Bailey down, girding his own loins
for what he was going to have to get up close and personal
with. Life just sucked some days. If he could have both
Bailey and Drake and get an outlet for the need swirling
through his body everything would be hunky dory. But, he
had a feeling that any fling with these two wouldn't satisfy
him. What did that say about him? He wasn't looking for
something more serious than a fling. He didn't have time for
it and they really weren't his type. Shit.

“Alright. Take the pants off.”
“What?” Bailey screeched, immediately standing up

and placing the bed between them.

Huh. The cat could move.
“Take. Your. Pants. Off.” Keith waved the bolt cutters

with one hand, reaching out to Bailey with the other.
“Now.”

Bailey froze. Bowing his head, he finally skirted around

the bed, coming back to Keith. His hands hovered at his

the bed, coming back to Keith. His hands hovered at his
waistband.

“I don't know if I can,” he whispered.
Keith studied Bailey's face. “Why?”
“This is all so far outside my comfort zone I think I'm

dreaming. I was just supposed to... this isn't happening at all
the way I...” He slid to the bed, dropping his head to his
hands the way he'd been the first time Keith had walked into
this room.

Okay, this wasn't going to work. Keith sat down on the

bed beside Bailey, keeping the cat in place without
physically holding him down.

“So, what's your story? How was this supposed to

happen?”

Bailey shrugged, silent.
Keith barely stopped a growl from escaping. “Alright.

Let's start with something simpler. Are you from the area?
I've never seen you in Wolf Creek before.”

Glancing up, Bailey met his gaze. “I'm here on

vacation.”

“Vacation?”
Another shrug. Damn, that was starting to get annoying.

He wanted to hear Bailey's story, needed to know more
about the other man. It wasn't just about getting the other

man to calm down enough for Keith to do what he came
here to do. He was genuinely interested.

He didn't like the thought of pulling teeth to get it,

though. Maybe a bit of tit for tat would get him to loosen up.

Keith sighed, trying to figure out where to start. “I've

lived in and around this area my whole life. My parents split
up when I was pretty young, and my dad ended up re-
marrying soon after.”

Bailey lifted his gaze, finally meeting Keith's before

lowering his head again. Keith hid his smile. That looked like
the little cat was thawing. He continued with his story,
figuring Bailey might relax if Keith kept things calm and
harmless. No need to worry about the man with the bolt
cutters when he was talking about his parents.

“Mom and dad are still friends. Weird, how they just

decided that they weren't meant to be together but there
weren't any hard feelings. My stepmom took some getting
used to, though. I'm an only child, and lived with dad when
my parents split. Mom moved over to Bamfield, the Marine
Sciences Centre out on the west coast of Vancouver Island.
Dad married a werewolf from around here so we ended up
staying.” Keith still had to shake his head about that, even
after all these years. It had been so out of the blue, his dad
had just introduced him to a new woman and a completely

new world in one fell swoop.

Bailey sputtered. “A werewolf?”
Keith knew how he felt. It still seemed like he was

stuck in a horror film some days. Weres. Gotta love them.
Especially his stepmom. She was great. Come to think of it,
Bailey reminded him a little of Shirl. In temperament, at
least. When Keith had first met her she'd been so shy, so
reserved. But, she'd quickly warmed up the minute she'd
started talking to the little boy he'd been and that had been
that. Shirl had a way of taking over. He was lucky, he
figured.

“Yeah. Shirl's real nice, though. I think you'd like her. I

know she'd like you. She treated me like her own. At first I
thought it was because she didn’t have kids of her own but
that's just who Shirl is. She'd bend over backward to help
someone in need if she could, and she's so damned warm
and giving that you feel like you've known her forever even
if you just met her two minutes ago. Her family is pretty
great too. The wolves who run Wolf Creek are my
cousins.”

“Sounds nice.”
Keith hid his smile. There was a touch of wistfulness in

Bailey's voice. He got the feeling that Bailey's upbringing
was a bit different from his own. It almost made him want to

was a bit different from his own. It almost made him want to
take Bailey home with him and introduce him to Shirl and his
dad. Made him want to spoil the cat. Everyone should be so
lucky as him. He didn't mind sharing his family with Bailey if
it would remove that look from his face. Sad. The cat
looked sad.

Keith was getting way too serious, though. He couldn't

be thinking things like this. He'd just met the guy, and from
the sounds of what he'd heard so far, Bailey had every
intention of going back home when he was done with
whatever business brought him out here.

“It was. She helped me through the split actually. Made

me understand that sometimes things just don't work out. It
was for the best anyway. Dad and Shirl are still together
after all these years and happier than ever. Mom remarried
when I was ten, to a Selkie of all things. Imagine. She's a
marine biologist, and he was working at Bamfield, so it all
makes sense. But, still. Hard to believe that two humans
ended up marrying into the shifter world just like that.” He
was close to his mom and Eddie too, which he was grateful
for. He knew he had it lucky, when it came to his family.
The ties to his parents were so strong that he wouldn't want
to change it for the world. He just had to remember that not
everyone had the same experience as he did.

“So, you've...” Bailey shrugged, gesturing with one

hand.

“Yep. Grown up around other supernaturals my entire

life. My cousins have kept me pretty busy, doing odd jobs
around the bar when they need it. I'm a carpenter by trade
but I'm a pretty good handyman in general. Not bragging or
nothing. Just telling it like it is.” He got by, and that was
good enough for him. It hadn't always been easy, but his
dad had helped him out with rent a few times in the early
days when he was desperate to quit his drywall job and
spend more time crafting furniture. He’d never wanted to
leave Vancouver Island, so he was grateful for the help.

Out of the corner of his eye, Keith saw Drake standing

just outside the bedroom door. He wasn't sure why he
didn't just come in, but he figured Drake could do whatever
he wanted. It was his house, after all.

“I'm a Math major,” Bailey blurted out.
“Yeah? Cool. You like it?”
Bailey shrugged again. Okay, that was getting annoying

again. “I guess.”

“Huh. Sounds like maybe you don't.”
“I-I... don't really have a job yet. I just graduated. But

my dad pulled some strings last year and got me a job
working for his company in the summer, so I might go back

there. It was okay. It pays well, at least.”

That sounded wrong coming from Bailey. Life was

more about how much money you made. Although, he
shouldn't be surprised. He didn't know the kitten, really.
Maybe his internal radar was off today and he was
imagining things that weren't really there. It was completely
probable that Keith was wrong about Bailey, where it
mattered. “There's more to life than money.”

“Says a man who has it,” Drake muttered.
Keith waved Drake inside, not put out at all by his

words. He knew how lucky he was. He wasn't going to
argue with anyone about that. He'd also worked damned
hard for what he had, though. In his mid-thirties now, he
was comfortable with what he had.

He wanted to pull the other man into their conversation,

though. Drake looked lonely standing in the doorway, which
was ridiculous considering it was Keith who was the
interloper here. Bailey had gone home with Drake, after all.
Not Keith. “You got a story, duck?”

“Don't call me duck, assface,” Drake honked.
Keith drew in a deep breath, calling for patience.

Okay, that was his mistake. Obviously, Drake could call
Bailey a kitten, pussy or kitty but he didn't want pet names
applied to himself. Not that Keith was taking notes or

applied to himself. Not that Keith was taking notes or
anything. Hell, he was honest enough to realize he was
already too far in over his head. Might as well come to grips
with the fact that he was going to take both men up on sex if
they offered. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to turn
them down.

“Drake. Do you have a story?” he asked, trying to be

polite this time.

“Sure. Doesn't everyone? My dad left before I was

born. My mom left when I was five. Lived with my uncle
until I graduated and then I split. End of story.”

Okay then. Drake obviously had a sore spot and Keith

had just poked at it with a sharp stick. Time to change the
subject or the mood really would be ruined.

“Are you... I... I'm sorry,” Bailey whispered, gaining his

feet and taking a step toward Drake.

Keith wasn't surprised at the flash of compassion on

Bailey's face.

The Mallard stepped out of the way, going to stand

over by the dresser at the foot of the bed instead. “Nothing
to be sorry about. I don't regret anything that's happened.
Not even this hellhole that you both think is a piece of shit.
You know why I don't regret it? Because everything I have
I got myself. I don't need any handouts or scraps from the

dinner table. I'm just fine.” He crossed his arms, angling his
face away from them.

Bailey gazed imploringly at Keith, raising his eyebrows.

He obviously expected Keith to fix this. Nodding, he gained
his feet. He had to try. If Drake ignored him, fine. No
sweat. But, for some reason he couldn't fathom, Keith
wanted to get to know both of them. It wasn't just about the
sex. He wanted that too, now that he was being honest with
himself. It wasn't love, or anything sappy like that. He just
had an urge, something pressing him to find out more about
them.

He paced over to Drake, careful to give him room if he

decided to bolt. “Good for you,” he said. “It takes guts to
strike out on your own.”

“What?” Drake's arms fell to his sides.
“You heard me. I meant it, in case you think to question

whether I'm just trying to be nice. I was lucky in the cards I
was dealt. No idea how I would have ended up if I'd gotten
a different hand.”

Drake huffed out a laugh, obviously uncomfortable with

the words. He finally lifted his shoulders, shrugging off the
praise.

Both men turned to gaze at Bailey, standing so quietly

now. He lifted one corner of his expressive mouth, holding

out his hand to Keith. “I'm ready for you to remove this
thing now.”

“You're not going to reciprocate?” Drake asked.
Bailey glanced at him.
“Yeah, I know a big word. Surprise, surprise. Now,

answer me. You're just going to remain silent after we both
talked about our past?”

“I...” He shook his head.
“It's okay, Bailey. No rush. And Drake, enough with

the self-mockery. Another self deprecating word comes out
of your mouth and I'll turn you over my knee and blister
your ass.”

Bailey gasped. Keith stared down Drake. Finally, the

duck gave a tiny nod of his head before he smirked. “Don't
tempt me, big boy. I might just sashay over there and throw
myself over your knee.”

Keith snorted, not at all surprised this time by the

words that came out of his mouth. It was good enough,
though. He'd made his point and Drake was fully aware of
it. Now they just had to wear down the stubborn kitty cat
and they'd be making progress.

Chapter Five

Bailey fidgeted, trying to figure out if he should go back

and sit on the bed or remain standing where he was. Drake
showed no inclination to leave and Keith was staring at him
with a weird look on his face. Almost hungry, but not quite.
He didn't know what that meant. Although, by the scent of
pheromones in the room, Bailey was pretty sure he could
guess.

Should he be nervous? Bailey hadn't thought he'd see

the burly human again, not after he'd run out of the bar.
Granted, when he'd first seen Adam and the werewolf,
Bailey had figured Keith could help him leave without
making a scene. That didn't quite work out the way he'd
thought it would. He wasn't sure if he would have left with
Keith if the man had agreed. Instead, he'd made it seem like
he was almost disappointed in Bailey for jumping into
something just off the bat like that.

Which served to make Bailey feel even worse now that

Keith had obviously caught him with another man after he'd
already propositioned the human. He looked like some kind
of male floozy.

He should have just stayed at home. This whole mess

was more complicated than he'd ever thought it would be.
Was he honor-bound to stay here with Drake since he'd
come with him? Should he leave with Keith when he was
finished? Would Keith even want him to go? Would Drake
even want him to stay? He didn't have his car, it was back
at the Wolf Creek Bar and Grill, and wasn't that just
something Sally would kill him for. Bailey couldn't believe
he'd messed this all up this much.

He just couldn't get anything right.
Which brought him back to his dilemma. What was the

right way to deal with a chastity belt that couldn't come off
when you had two attractive individuals standing in front of
you eyeing you like you were a piece of meat and they were
starving.

Bailey fidgeted again.
“Okay, that's it.” Drake flung himself onto the bed.
Bailey glanced back at him, confused. Drake arched his

brow, the side of his mouth curving wickedly before he
reached out and grabbed Bailey. He was pulled back onto
the bed between Drake's outstretched legs, resting in front
of the duck and effectively held in place.

“Do your stuff, K man. I've got a firm grip on the

pussy.”

Hissing, Bailey tried to wrench free. “Don't call me

that!”

They rocked on the bed, Bailey nearly throwing himself

off the bed, but Drake held firm. Fricking strong for a duck.
“What can I say? I just love getting you all excited. Wonder
if you'll hiss and scratch if I do that in the middle of the
sexin?”

“You're a jerk.”
“And you're just adorable, kitty cat.”
Bailey glared at Drake, barely noticing Keith in front of

him until the human knelt on the ground at his feet. Starting,
Bailey opened his eyes wide.

“Don't mind me. You two keep on doing whatever

you're doing and I'll be done in a second.” A tiny smile
played at the corners of Keith's mouth.

Bailey licked his lips, intrigued. There was just

something about Keith that made all his curious bones sit up
and want to learn more. It was the same with Drake. Odd,
but it was serving to distract him from the Adam fiasco.

Keith lifted a hand, reaching for Bailey's crotch. Bailey

yelped, trying to jerk away but Drake held him neatly in
place. Oh, right. He wasn't supposed to be moving around.

“Uh, I can do it,” Bailey stammered.
Glancing up at him, Keith nodded. “Go ahead.”
Hands clammy, Bailey reached for the fastening on his

Hands clammy, Bailey reached for the fastening on his

pants. He inhaled deeply, counting to three in his head
before he could make his fingers release the button. Keith
was frozen in place in front of him and Drake was a warm
presence behind.

This seemed oddly intimate all of a sudden. Which it

shouldn't. He just needed Keith to remove his little problem
and the man would leave. He was here to do a job, nothing
more nothing less. Right?

Bailey finally released his button, moving down to

unzip. The sound was overly loud in the silent room, making
him even more nervous. Couldn't one of them talk or
something? Should he say something? No, he'd just start to
babble and that wasn't sexy at all. Not that he was trying to
be sexy. Oh no.

He couldn't make himself go any further now that his

pants were unzipped. He just couldn't take the next step.

Keith placed a soothing hand on his knee, patting him

twice. Bailey took another deep breath.

“Do you mind if I...” Keith gestured to Bailey's crotch.
Nodding, Bailey leaned back against Drake, taking

comfort in the other man's presence.

Keith lifted his hand off Bailey's knee, moving it

forward until it hovered over Bailey's groin. He motioned for

Bailey to lift up and his pants were drawn down his legs
smoothly. With another searching gaze, Keith finally moved
in for the kill. Uh, oh. This might not have been the best
idea.

If the sight of Keith's hand at his crotch was enough to

nearly blank his mind, then the feel of Keith's hand touching
his penis was enough to kill him.

He was being so gentle, obviously trying to keep his

touch to the metal and leather but it wasn't that easy. The
glancing touches against his bare skin were acting against
Bailey, inflaming all his senses. To his mortification, his penis
jerked in Keith's hold, almost like it was trying to get closer
to the warm hand enclosing the chastity belt.

Bailey purred, his head falling back to Drake's

shoulder. Drake placed his mouth to Bailey's neck, nudging
him to make more room. Drake's arms came around Bailey
more firmly, hugging him now instead of restraining.

Bailey closed his eyes, trying not to get turned on at the

feel of Keith's hand holding his penis, but the only thing
preventing him from getting an erection was the metal
holding him in place. His body was tingly, his skin sensitive
to every brush against it.

Drake was taking full advantage of his weaknesses,

running just his lips along Bailey's flesh. Barely touching him

with his mouth, but the soft movement was driving him
insane.

A tug on his penis caught his attention right before a

snick sounded in the room. Bailey blinked, staring down at
Keith. The man glanced up, meeting his gaze. Bailey
gasped, inflamed at the look of intense need shadowing
Keith's eyes.

He lifted the cutters, fitting them to the second bolt and

snapping that just as easily. Glancing up again, Keith
captured Bailey's full attention when he started to slowly
peel the chastity belt off. The device looked obscene in his
big hand, causing heat to rise to the surface of Bailey's skin.
He was sure he was flushed red, but he couldn't help it. It
was just so...

Bailey squirmed, his legs moving. He wasn't sure if he

wanted to open them further or close them but Keith took
the decision out of his hands when he fit himself closer to the
bed, between Bailey's outstretched legs.

Drake tightened his hold, fitting himself flush against

Bailey's back. Oh! He could feel the heated press of
Drake's penis against his lower back. Were they...? Were
they really turned on by him? Plain Bailey Mitchell?

His unspoken question was answered when Keith

opened his mouth. “You can say no. But if you want to take

opened his mouth. “You can say no. But if you want to take
this a bit further, I'd love to treat you the way you deserve.”

Bailey would have asked him to clarify, but his nose

told him exactly what Keith meant. Maybe Bailey wasn't so
plain after all.

Keith must have taken his silence for assent. Thank

goodness because Bailey wasn't sure he could make a
sound right now if he tried.

“Hold on. If you're sucking the Bailster, I'm getting in

on this. House rules and all that.” Drake swung around him,
dropping down to the ground and crawling over to place
himself right beside Keith. Bailey blinked at both of them,
swinging his arms down to the bed to balance himself now
that he didn't have Drake holding him up.

Keith dropped the chastity belt beside the bed, lifting

both hands to smooth them up Bailey's calves. Bailey
twitched, starting to purr again from deep in his throat. He'd
never felt this way before. His penis jerked, engorging with
blood, flushed red.

Keith's hands were so hot, rough with calluses, making

the most wonderful sensations climb up Bailey's skin. His
muscles spasmed at the unfamiliar touch, his whole body
waking up. He felt like he could just crawl right out of his
skin and wallow in the pleasure suffusing his whole being.

He didn't think it could get any better than this, but then

Drake touched him. Drake bent his head, the overhead light
glinting off the tiny cap of green feathers as Drake pressed
his lips to Bailey's thigh.

Gasping, Bailey tried to pull away, the sensation almost

too much for him. Keith held him in place with his hands,
leaning forward to press his own lips against Bailey's
opposite leg.

A high-pitched keening sound filled the room. Bailey's

arms gave out and he collapsed to the bed. His penis
slapped his belly, causing lights to go off behind his closed
eyelids. Oh! He'd almost ejaculated just from that.

“Time to play, baby. Hold onto your socks,” Drake

crooned.

Keith let out a low growl, sounding like the bear Bailey

had first mistaken him for. They both reared up, Keith
placing his lips against Bailey's right hip while Drake licked
the tip of his penis. Bailey cried out, hips jolting like a live
wire had just been placed underneath him.

“Yeah, that's it. Come on, baby. Cum for us. I want to

see your thick, creamy seed splattered all over your belly.
Can you do that for me?” Drake accompanied his words
with a lick along the underside of Bailey's penis, his long-
fingered hands hot on Bailey's hips.

A rough touched cupped his testicles, applying just

enough pressure to have Bailey keening.

“Damn, baby. Your balls are so fucking soft,” Keith

growled.

He had a split second to wonder if Drake's apartment

had good soundproofing when Keith scraped his teeth over
Baileys hip, moving up his torso until he sucked one of
Bailey's nipples into his mouth.

Bailey's hands grasped the comforter, opening and

closing on the thick fabric. He needed, oh, he didn't know
what he needed.

“Here, hold on.” Keith pried one hand off the fabric

and held it tightly in his own grip, his other hand still
occupied around Bailey's testicles. Bailey was grateful for
the connection of Keith's hand, the anchor holding him in
place. He felt like he might really leave his skin and float
away if he wasn't careful. What were they doing to him?
Was this the way it was supposed to feel? His mind was
going to crack.

“Here, you have to taste this. Yummy.” Drake lifted his

head, grabbing hold of Bailey's penis in one hand and
motioning for Keith.

Bailey shuddered when the big man shimmied down the

bed, swallowing Bailey whole in one movement.

bed, swallowing Bailey whole in one movement.

Stars flashed before his eyes, and he was suddenly

splintering apart, his entire essence pulled out of his body.

Keith released him, pumping with his fist as the first

milky jet spurted out.

“Yeah, that's it. Cum for us. Good boy.” Drake rubbed

Bailey's belly, fingers dancing in his... Bailey blushed, mind
once again back online. He wasn't sure what to call it, but
Drake was definitely playing with it. The duck lifted his
hand, licking the traces of Bailey off his fingers. Bailey
dropped his head to the bed, feeling a twinge in his penis
that signalled he might not be entirely finished for the night.

Bailey couldn't stop his purr either. The sawing sound

was coming steadily from his body, but he couldn't for the
life of him stop. He was just too sated.

Keith patted his hip, leaning up to kiss Bailey's mouth.

“Drake was right. You taste sweet.”

He couldn't stop the smile from popping up. Bailey

shifted deeper into the mattress, sliding his body under Keith
and Drake's perusal.

Standing up, Keith stared down at him. “I'd love to

continue this, but maybe we should move to my place.”

Bailey frowned. “Why?” He sat up, wondering if he

should pull his clothes back on right now.

“This isn't quite the atmosphere I prefer.”
Bristling, Drake slung an arm out. “This isn't mine. I

don't own this place, I just rent the room. My roommate has
already threatened to kick me out if I touch his stuff so
excuse me if I have to put up with this to keep a fucking
roof over my head.”

“I'm sorry.” Keith stepped up to Drake, ignoring him

when he tried to walk away. Grabbing hold of his arm,
Keith turned Drake to face him. “I'm sorry, okay? Can we
move this over to my house? There's a lot more room. We
can spread out more.”

Drake snickered. “I can spread out. Flexible. Wanna

see?”

Bailey couldn't get over how quickly his moods

changed. He reminded Bailey of a cranky duck he'd seen in
a park back home. A real duck, not a shifter. The creature
would snap at anyone who got too close but the minute you
turned your back he'd start quacking and coming after you.

“Alright, everyone out. I want a piece of duck tonight.

And I'm getting another shot at the kitty in the room too.
Hope you boys took your vitamins.” Keith leered at Bailey.
He just knew his face was bright red, but he didn't really
care. Wow, he couldn't believe these two men actually
wanted to do more with him. Especially after his... uh...

speed problem just now.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was right now.

Maybe coming to Campbell River was a good idea after all.

* * * * *

Wow, fancy place. Drake parked his crappy vehicle

behind Keith’s big ass truck, taking in the view. It had felt
like night and day coming from his neighborhood to Stories
Beach where Keith lived and he still felt like he was out of
his element.

He finally got out of the car to overhear Keith and

Bailey.

“It’s just a simple bungalow,” Keith said. “Nothing

fancy.”

Drake had no idea what Keith meant by that, but this

house was definitely different from his shack. There wasn’t
much of a lawn, but Keith had big planters all around the
front of the house. Painted a soft green, with white trim, the
place was pretty. Not that he’d ever admit that. Drake
would lose major points if he ever opened his mouth and
talked about how pretty something was.

Although, Bailey and Keith might not care. He wasn’t

going to risk it, though. No one really liked him when he

going to risk it, though. No one really liked him when he
said stupid shit like that, anyway. They’d either think he was
being a smartass or think he was a dork. Yeah, not all that
great either way.

The view behind the house was spectacular. The Strait

of Georgia opened up behind Keith’s home. All clear skies
and blue waters. The beach stretched out in between the
Strait and a small shed Keith had behind his house. Wow.
Drake couldn’t imagine living here. You’d be so close to the
water. So close to all the wildlife. He could be happy here.
Which was a ridiculous thought. Drake shook his head.
Time to wise up.

Keith bounded up the three short steps to the front

door, letting them inside. Drake took one step in and
stopped beside Keith, Bailey bringing up the rear.

His apartment looked like a shithole compared to this.

No wonder Keith had acted so shocked at the state of it.
Drake was nearly afraid to touch anything. Which of course
made him want to run his hands over everything and pretend
to fool around. Not that he’d actually try to wreck the
place, but he hated feeling stupid. Uncomfortable. Like a
rube and all that.

“Nice,” he said, finally looking at Keith.
The big man shrugged, running one of his paws over the

table beside the front door. His keys were lying on top, so it
must be where he dropped them normally. Drake studied
the gleaming hardwood, the soft warmth of the beige walls
and the stone fireplace. The furniture looked like it had been
made from reclaimed wood, as if Keith had gone out, cut a
tree down and just polished it a bit. Hell, it was even shaped
roughly, no square or rectangular pieces like you’d find in
one of those warehouse furniture stores. Drake wondered if
he got the driftwood from the beach behind his house.

Keith shifted beside him. “I love it here. Just big enough

for me, without being too big. Two bedrooms, one of which
I made a guest room. My work shed is back behind the
house. It’s where I do smaller jobs. The furniture’s all
tongue and groove. I made it myself. Not bad. Nothing
fancy, but it suits me.”

Huh, right. Sure, nothing fancy. Drake glanced back at

Bailey, taking in the wide-eyed stare as kitten tried to take
everything in at once. “Hey Bailey, I’d like to get my tongue
in your groove.”

Bailey turned a glorious shade of red, his shoulders

creeping up. “Stop that.”

“Aww, you like it. Don’t try and pretend differently.”
Drake ignored the intent look Keith was giving him. He

didn’t know what that was all about, but it didn’t matter. He

was here for a reason and that reason was to get lucky. End
of story. “So, you got a place to fuck around here or are we
disrobing right here in the foyer?”

Keith let out a little growl. Damned cute. Made Drake

want to bend over and get spanked for being a naughty boy.
He wondered how far he’d have to push Keith for the
human to really let loose. Might be fun to find out.

With that in mind, Drake started forward. He grabbed

Keith around the waist, rucking up his shirt and attaching his
mouth to Keith's chest in one movement. Oh, yeah. Let's get
this party started.

Keith hummed, holding the back of Drake's head in

one hand. He must have motioned for Bailey to join them
because the little kitten attached himself to Drake's back,
wiggling around. Either that or their cat was growing up and
letting his horny out.

Yeehaw. Either way, this was going to be fun. Not that

it hadn't been fun with Bailey earlier, but Drake worked best
without clothes of any kind hampering him and right now he
had a mighty fine urge to get down and dirty with these two
men.

Keith started to move backward, taking the two of

them with him. Drake found a nipple and moaned over his
discovery. He felt all powerful, like a great explorer

discovery. He felt all powerful, like a great explorer
discovering the lost treasure of Keith... Drake lifted his
head. “What's your last name?”

“You want to talk now? Now?” Keith tightened his grip

on Drake's head, running his fingers through the cap of
feathers. If Drake had been Bailey, he'd be purring right
now. Yeppers, that felt nice.

A hard object stopped their backward momentum.

Well, Keith's backward momentum, at least. Drake was
suddenly yanked downward, following Keith down to the
sofa that had veered into their path. He ended up sprawled
over a colossal chest, his lips still attached to Keith's nipple.
He bit gently into the flesh, worrying it with his teeth. Keith
arched up, nearly tossing Drake to the floor. Trying not to
smile around his treasure, Drake closed his eyes. The better
to savour the experience.

“I, uh... can I make a phone call?”
Drake stopped licking Keith's chest, turning to stare at

Bailey. Huh, that's right. Bailey hadn't followed them down
to the sofa. What was he doing all the way over there?
“Why?”

“I'm supposed to call my friend and let her know I'm

okay.”

Keith rumbled, lifting Drake up and off him. Drake

ended up lying prone on the sofa with Keith standing beside
it. Fucking shit, that was hot. Made Drake want to cling like
a limpet to see if Keith could tote him around all day. The
big guy had muscles on top of muscles and it was obviously
not from a gym. That was all hard, physical work.

Yep, he could get into some hard, physical sweaty

work right now if Keith was interested. Maybe he could
keep the human warmed up, so to speak, while Bailey was
off doing his thing. Then when the Bailster was all finished,
he could come back and finish them. Sounded like a plan.

“The phone's in the kitchen,” Keith said. “You need me

to show you the way?”

“Uh no. I can find it, but I'll just use my cell. It’s long

distance.” Bailey took the phone out of his pocket, showing
it to them.

Drake licked his lips, propping himself up on one

elbow. “Let's see what else is in your pockets, babe. You
want to play show and tell?”

Bailey blushed, exactly the reaction Drake was looking

for. Man, this was going to be an awesome weekend. For
sure.

“All right, take as long as you need. You two want

something to drink?” Keith asked.

Bailey shook his head, turning and going further into the

house to make his call.

Drake licked his lips, waiting until Keith turned back to

him. “Got anything hot and salty? I can drink it straight out
of the... bottle.”

“Wait until Bailey gets back and you can put your lips

around anything you like.”

“Hooyah.” Drake leered at Keith, laughing when the

other man swatted at him. “Okay, okay. Drinks are in the
kitchen?”

“Yep. Just go back.” Keith pointed the way Bailey had

already gone.

With a lingering look, Drake finally pulled himself out of

the room. It wasn’t all that far to the kitchen, but he felt out
of place here. He really wasn’t sure if he belonged in an
actual house like this. It was giving him the willies.

Chapter Six

Drake wandered around the kitchen, pulling from the

bottle of beer in his hand. This was definitely the fanciest
place Drake had ever been. It reminded him in some ways
of Wolf Creek, because of all the wood, but also because
of what it revealed about the owner of this place. This was
the home of a human living on the fringes of that community
and Drake was learning more about him the more time he
spent inside Keith's sanctuary.

Keith's home was warm, inviting, open. The kitchen felt

like a kitchen, all creamy walls and oak cabinets. White
porcelain sink, all the bells and whistles of a fully loaded
kitchen. But, it was more than that. It felt like a place where
meals were made and family came together to talk and
share stories about their day. Drake had never had that
before, had never realized how much he wanted it. Stupid
duck. He knew better, but he wanted this. Wanted to know
what that would be like, to come home to someone and
share his day.

The stories Keith had told about his family earlier still

resonated in Drake's head. He'd been so envious when
Keith had first started talking to Bailey. Just the tiny bit of

information he'd learned about the human had drawn Drake
in.

Keith was still in the living room, waiting for them to

come back and Bailey had shut himself into the bathroom
between the kitchen and the bedrooms. Drake was trying to
figure out if it would be rude to mosey closer and see if he
could hear anything. His hearing wasn't as good as some
other animals, so he'd definitely need to get closer to get any
juicy tidbits. Not nearly as bad as Siamese hearing though,
so he was sure he could get closer without Bailey hearing
him and knowing Drake was blatantly eavesdropping. He
wasn't worried about Keith catching him in the act. The man
was human, after all. Drake would hear him before he
entered the room.

Figuring he could bluff his way out of it even if someone

caught him lingering outside the bathroom, Drake walked
closer. He could just make out Bailey's whispers. Tilting his
head to the side, Drake tried to figure out what he was
talking about.

“No, I definitely saw them... Well, why didn't you tell

me that? Man, Sally, I could have used that information
before coming all this way for nothing... I know that! I'm not
blaming you. I realize that, I just wish you'd talked to
Adam's sisters before I came here. If I'd known he was

mated, I wouldn't have come, you know that... Yeah, I
know. I just wish you'd gone to see them before I went into
that bar.” Bailey sniffed, sounding suspiciously close to
tears.

Drake frowned. Adam was the busboy at the WC, the

tabby Bailey had run from earlier this evening. He wished he
was close enough to the phone to hear this Sally's end of the
conversation. Then he'd be able to fill in the gaps of Bailey's
conversation. He was personally glad that this Sally hadn't
told Bailey before he'd gone to the bar. Drake would have
never met him otherwise.

“I don't know what to do. No, I'm, uh, not at the

hotel... No, it's not... Look, it's not important where I am.
Just, I'll talk to you when I get back home... Fine, okay, I'll
call you tomorrow. I don't know when I'm coming back...
No, not tomorrow. I should... Do you think I should try and
talk to him? I don't know what to say... He's not going to
leave the wolf, right? I mean... They obviously haven't been
mated for long... No.... I know that... Yeah, you're right.”

Drake leaned his back against the wall outside the

bathroom door, trying to ignore the clench in his chest. It
was more than obvious now that the tabby back at the bar
was the reason Bailey had come out here and he was also
the reason Bailey had left Wolf Creek crying. Drake wasn't

the reason Bailey had left Wolf Creek crying. Drake wasn't
sure why Bailey had come with him, unless he'd been trying
to forget about Adam. Drake had seen Adam around the
bar recently, he was a relatively new addition. He was
mated to one of the Black wolves, so hopefully Bailey
wasn't stupid enough to try and get Adam away from his
mate.

Mates were for life, even when one half didn't feel the

same way as the other, but it was more than obvious to
anyone with eyes that Adam and the wolf wanted to be
together. Besides, Marcus would kick anyone's ass that
tried to split them apart. They were lucky to have found
each other.

Obviously, Drake wasn't as lucky. His mate was in love

with someone else. How was that for irony? Not only was
Bailey hard of hearing, he was apparently scent deprived
too. How could he not know that Drake was his mate?
How could he not know that the human smelled right, too?
It had hit Drake the minute he'd gotten Bailey into his house
and out of his clothes. He was surprised he hadn't caught it
sooner, but Bailey had been covered with scents from the
bar, and that was Drake's only excuse for not noticing right
away that Bailey was it for him.

Well, not quite it. There was his certainty about Keith

too. The human smelled right, which had freaked Drake out
when he'd first realized. He'd caught the scent right outside
his door, when he'd gone down to the truck with Keith. It
was the main reason he'd propositioned the man, had tried
to pull him into whatever was going on with him and Bailey.
Drake had first thought it had just been the lingering reaction
to Bailey's scent but outside he'd known for sure. There was
something unique to the human that drew Drake to him. He
wasn't sure what it was but it was definitely there. Smelling
both Keith and Bailey when they'd had their little fun time
earlier had cemented the knowledge in Drake's mind. The
pheromones in the room had been unmistakeable. He just
couldn't figure out why he was obviously the only one who
had noticed it.

Great, and now he'd missed whatever it was that Bailey

had said next. He tuned back into the conversation when
Bailey let out a low hiss.

“What do you mean, he knows I'm here? He can't

know I'm here! I told him I was going to be in Edmonton for
the weekend. Well, darn it. I'm going to have to tell Adam
he knows, right? Adam should know? What if his dad finds
out? Wait, if his sister knows he's mated, does his dad
know his mate is a man? He freaked out when he caught us
kissing and all we did was kiss... Don't tell me to focus! This

is important... Fine, okay, I better go... Talk to you
tomorrow, Sally.”

Drake let out a hiss of his own, hightailing it back to the

kitchen. Not that the kitchen was all that far away from the
bathroom, but he still didn't want Bailey to catch him right
outside the damn bathroom. What the fuck was that all
about? Who was Bailey so concerned about? Bailey's dad?
Adam's dad? There was obviously more to that story and
Drake wanted desperately to find out what it was. He
wanted the little Siamese to confide in him.

Bailey snicked open the door, sticking his head out.

Drake raised his beer bottle in Bailey's direction, trying to
calm down. He could practically hear his protective layers
snapping in place. Unable to help himself, he smirked at
Bailey. “Done?”

“Uh, yeah.” Bailey fidgeted, smoothing down his shirt.
Drawn to the motion, Drake figured he might as well go

on the offensive. No time like the present to convince Bailey
they were mates. All the little cat needed to do was stop
being so distracted by Adam and let his senses out.

Carefully placing the beer bottle on the counter, Drake

paced forward smoothly. He rolled to his knees when he
got close enough to Bailey, pressing his face into the cat's
groin and inhaling the sweet scent of his mate. Damn, that

groin and inhaling the sweet scent of his mate. Damn, that
smelled so fucking good. Like everything he'd always
wanted, layers of scent he couldn't get enough of. He
wanted this. So fucking bad he could taste it. He just didn't
know how to get it.

Bailey made a startled sound in the back of his throat,

one slim hand coming down to grab Drake's head. The little
one seemed like he couldn't figure out whether to pull Drake
closer or push him away. His fingers fluttered against
Drake's feathers, causing shivers to erupt along Drake's
scalp.

Drake moaned as Bailey's dick started to harden

behind the ridiculously pressed jeans. He couldn't imagine
Bailey in anything else, though, so it was freaky the preppy
look was turning Drake on so much. Course, it wasn't really
the look but the man inside that was taking his breath away.

Mouth practically salivating, Drake reached up,

opening Bailey's jeans and diving inside for his treat. Part of
him wanted to imprint himself so deeply on Bailey that the
man couldn't inhale without smelling Drake on his skin but
he also wanted to taste his mate so bad he might cry if
Bailey pushed him away right now.

The first taste of salty skin on his tongue nearly did have

him in tears and if that wasn't fucking embarrassing he didn't

know what was. Bailey tasted like home. His cock was just
the right size for Drake to deep throat with ease, but big
enough that it would press in all the right places if Bailey
ever fucked him. He couldn't wait. Wasn't sure Bailey
wanted to do the fucking, but if Drake had anything to say
about it, they'd be doing everything they could. Was no
point in wasting opportunity. Drake was a proponent of the
if-it-feels-good-do-it school of thought.

This definitely felt good.
What smelled even better was the sudden addition of

human pheromones in the room. Yeehaw, they had an
audience.

Drake moaned around his captured prey, pressing both

hands to Bailey's hips to hold him in place. Tongue dancing
over tasty flesh, Drake buried his nose in the soft tuft of fur
above Bailey's dick. He moved one hand, curling it around
the cat's balls, luxuriating in the feel of his furry nut sac.
Literally furry. He freaking loved cats. Never fucked one
before tonight, never even wanted to really, but now he
freaking loved the soft fur against his skin.

Quicker than he'd expected, the little balls in his hand

drew up. Drake hummed, anticipation making him squirm.

Drake released Bailey’s sac, sliding a finger into his

mouth alongside Bailey’s dick. Getting it nice and wet, he

reached out and ran the digit lightly over Bailey’s pucker.
Bailey jerked in his hold, mewling cries filling the room.
Testing how tight the man’s hole was, Drake slid just the tip
of his finger into Bailey’s ass. Damn, kitten was going to
squeeze his cock so good when they finally got to the main
event.

His own dick was rock hard, dying to get out and play

but Drake wanted to wait. Needed to get Bailey off first,
taste his salty cum. His wish was granted a moment later
when Bailey tossed his head back, fingers pressing into
Drake's scalp as he let out a loud keening wail. Drake
glanced up, glorying in the sight of Bailey coming to pieces.
His mouth filled with thick cream. Drake concaved his
cheeks, coaxing more out of Bailey and sliding his finger
deeper into Bailey’s ass. He wanted everything this cat
could give him. Finally, when Bailey started to whimper,
Drake let go and pressed his forehead to Bailey's belly. His
hands were shaking. Damn, he wanted to come so badly.
Lifting his gaze to Bailey, he slipped his finger out, gratified
to see Bailey’s eyes open wide in shock.

“I thought you were both coming back to the living

room.”

Drake snickered when Bailey jumped at Keith's voice.

Drake had known he was there but obviously Bailey hadn't

Drake had known he was there but obviously Bailey hadn't
heard him come in. Good, at least Drake could suck cock
like a pro, enough to distract Bailey from his surroundings.
Turning in place, keeping to his knees, Drake glanced at
Keith. The man was leaning back against the counter across
from them, watching them with a gleam in his eye. Keith
didn't look overly put out that they hadn't come back to him.
Hell, if the bulge in his jeans was any indication, he'd liked
the show.

Standing up, Drake adjusted his own dick. Damn thing

was pressing against his zipper. He liked the feeling, though,
the bite was enough to keep his mind constantly on sex.

“Baby just looked too good coming out of the

bathroom. I couldn't stop myself.” He smirked, licking his
lips. Gratified when Keith's gaze zeroed in on the
movement, Drake canted his hips to press his cock harder
against his zipper. His arousal had just ratcheted up into the
stratosphere with the addition of Keith to the room.

Drake had never met anyone who had two mates, so

he wasn't sure what to do with the information. He didn't
think it was possible.

He didn't know who to talk to about it. Drake couldn't

go to his parents for obvious reasons, since he'd never met
his dad and his mom left when he was a kid. He'd only go to

his uncle if things really got desperate but the man was a
drunk and had a hard time remembering what day it was let
alone anything about supernatural business.

He realized he wasn't worth anything and he didn't

really deserve to have a mate, but fuck it. He had one.
Maybe two. He was keeping them. End of story. Now all
he had to do was relax Bailey enough to realize they were
mates and then cling to Keith until the human fell in love with
both of them the old fashioned way. Keith wouldn't be
drawn the same way since he couldn't possibly pick up on
the scent layers telling him the truth about who they were. At
least, Drake didn't think he could. Hell, he didn't know all
that much about humans anyway. Not when it came to
mates and sex.

“Did you call home okay, Bailey?” Keith turned his

attention to the kitty cat behind Drake.

Drake wondered if the kitten was going to tell the truth

or not.

“Uh, yes. I-I... I'm not supposed to be here,” Bailey

blurted out.

Frowning, Drake wondered where the little one was

going with this.

“What do you mean,” Keith asked.
“I told my dad I was going to be in Edmonton with

some friends. I knew he wasn’t going to contact them and I
didn't want him to know I came out to British Columbia
because he wouldn't have approved of it.”

Drake crossed his arms. “Why not?” Would Bailey

mention Adam?

“I don't know if you remember, but my friend from the

bar? My dad hates him. And his dad pretty much hates me
too. It doesn't matter. It's just... if my dad found out I was
coming out here and everything, then he'd be pretty mad. Is
pretty mad. He found out, apparently. At least, according to
my friend Sally he knows. I'm supposed to leave
immediately and come home. Or they'll send someone out
after me to bring me home.” Bailey shifted from one foot to
the other.

Keith crossed in front of Drake to bring Bailey into his

arms. “What are you going to do?”

Bailey snuggled into the bigger man. “I'm not sure. I

don't want to leave yet. Maybe if I stall for a few days, it'll
still be okay. It's fine. I don't want to talk about it anymore.”
Pulling away, Bailey looked at the ground.

Well, shit. Now what were they supposed to do?

Drake needed to change the subject, and fast.

“Damn. That sucks monkey balls in a bad way,” Drake

pursed his lips.

pursed his lips.

“There’s a good way to suck monkey balls?” Keith

snickered.

Oh, ho. Drake wasn't going to let this opportunity go to

waste. Thankfully, Keith seemed to silently agree with him
that they needed to distract Bailey and take advantage of
the little guy while they still could. “What? You’ve never
thought about there being monkey shifters?”

“Fuck.” Keith pressed a hand to his forehead.
Drake hid his grin. He wondered if he was giving the

other man a headache. “No, no. You won’t be fucking any
shifter except for the pussy and duck currently in your
house. No monkey's for you.”

Keith shook his head, but Drake could see the grin he

tried to hide. Ah ha. Sauntering up to Keith, Drake slapped
the big man on the ass. “You're next, chubby. Hope you
took your vitamins.”

He quickened his pace, glorying in the deep growl that

sounded behind him. Yeehaw. This was going to be a night
to remember.

Chapter Seven

Bailey gripped his jeans, trying to pull them back up.

He couldn't believe he'd just been... again. Again! He was
having a horrible time trying to convince himself this was
real. He was halfway terrified he'd wake up back at his
hotel, with a wet spot at the front of his pajama pants.

Especially coming on the heels of talking to Sally. He

really hadn't been expecting that conversation. He was a
little surprised he'd opened up, though. He normally didn't
confide in anyone but Sally and Adam. Maybe Drake had
fried his brain cells a few moments ago. It was the only
explanation for why he'd voluntarily talked about his dad.

“Baby, get your ass moving. I want you in here with

us.”

Glancing up at Keith's voice, Bailey stared after them.

Drake was making a beeline for the back of the house,
toward where Bailey assumed the bedrooms were. Keith
was following him intently, most likely to get him back for
that slap on his butt.

Reaching out, Bailey pinched himself. “Ow. Okay, this

is real.”

“Bailey!”

Quickly righting himself inside his jeans, Bailey pulled

the zipper up, smoothing down the front of his sweater vest.

He needed this. For however long it lasted. Just talking

to Sally on the phone was enough to remind him what he
was doing here in the first place, but it didn't matter. So
what if his dad knew he was here to woo Adam? Bailey
didn't care if Adam's dad knew either. Well... Adam might
care if his dad knew, but none of that mattered because he
clearly wasn't going to get to be with Adam.

No, instead he was here with two men who turned him

inside out and left him reeling. All Bailey knew was that he
didn't want this night to end. A small voice chimed in the
back of his head to get out while he could still think, but he
squashed it. He couldn't leave now. Not until he learned
how far they could go. Then he would go back home and
live the life everyone else wanted him to. He just needed a
few days to do what he wanted.

“Bailey!” Keith yelled again.
Bailey jerked, quickly realizing he was standing in the

hallway by himself. Gingerly stepping forward, he paced
toward the sound of Drake and Keith. Stopping in the
doorway to what was obviously Keith's bedroom, Bailey
wasn't sure if he should back away or jump forward. The
two men were clasped tight in an embrace, Keith nearly

bending Drake backward. Drake didn't seem to mind.

Bailey tried to glance around the room, but he was too

distracted by the sight in front of him. He got enough to
realize that Keith's bedroom was nearly night and day to
what Drake's apartment had looked like. No wonder the
man had been so shocked.

Inhaling, Bailey tried to draw air into his lungs. He felt

nearly faint just watching them. It was so... hot.
Indescribable almost. What was it about these two? They
smelled fantastic, their scents combining into a sticky-sweet
sugary concoction that was nearly blowing his mind. Bailey
whimpered, stepping forward and reaching out.

He must have done something to grab their attention

because Keith reached back with one long arm, grabbing
Bailey and drawing him toward them. Bailey squeaked, not
expecting the move. He slammed into Keith's side, his
mouth captured by Drake before he could draw air. He
flushed, his body hot at the thought of where Drake's mouth
had just been. Oh, wow, he wasn't going to survive this.

Whimpering, his entire body went limp, Keith's hold the

only thing keeping him upright.

Drake pulled back, releasing his lips. Bailey stared at

the other man, unable to think of a single thing. Without
warning, he was airborne, slung up in Keith's brawny hold,

warning, he was airborne, slung up in Keith's brawny hold,
before the human deposited him on the bed in one smooth
movement.

Oh, it was really not fair when they worked together.

One of these men would be more than enough for Bailey.
He almost didn't know what to do with two of them. He
might just have a stroke before the night was out.

“I don't want you going anywhere, little one. You just

sit back and enjoy the show. Drake here's promised me a
good time and I'm looking to cash in.” Keith moved away
from the bed, reaching out and touching Drake's mouth with
the tips of his fingers.

Drake started to laugh, nipping Keith's digits. “You

better have lube, big guy. I'm looking for more than a good
time here.”

Bailey parted his lips, stunned. Lube? They were going

to... here? Now? In front of him? Oh, he wasn't going to
survive this. Mewling, he curled up against the headboard,
staring at the two men with big eyes. Grasping the navy
comforter in both hands, he twisted the fabric. He was
feeling funny again, arousal flowing through his body, his
renewed erection startling him. He'd already ejaculated
twice tonight. How many more times was he going to find
pleasure?

“Is that right? And what exactly are you looking for?”

Keith's grin was wicked, doing all sorts of bad things to
Bailey's stomach.

“You want me to spell it out? I want your cock in my

ass. I want to feel it tomorrow, so fucking good I can't walk
straight. You think you can do that for me?”

Eyes nearly ready to pop right out of his head, Bailey

could only gasp at the force of Drake's words.

Keith growled, low and deep. It was a sound that

made Bailey sit up straighter, something that shouldn't come
out of the throat of a human. He sounded like the bear he'd
resembled when Bailey first set eyes on him.

Grabbing Drake around the waist, Keith picked the

smaller Mallard up, nearly tossing him onto the bed. Bailey
bounced when the mattress heaved under him. Wow, Keith
really had a massive bed. They weren't even close to where
he was perched at his corner.

Clothing ripped when Keith followed Drake down,

blanketing the other man and grasping his shirt in his big
paws. Drake barely managed to get the cloth over his head
before Keith was licking a path down the centre of Drake's
chest. Drake didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was doing his
best to rip Keith out of his clothes. Red bloomed high on
Drake's cheeks, and the other man barely managed to flip

Keith over until he was straddling the colossal chest. Bailey
wasn't sure how it had happened, but Keith's shirt was now
lying beside the bed, his pants unzipped along with Drake's.
Drake wormed a hand down into the exposed vee of
Keith's jeans, pulling out the biggest, hardest penis Bailey
had ever seen.

“Oh, yeah, now that's what I'm talking about,” Drake

murmured.

“Oh my,” Bailey whispered, drawing Drake's attention

for a split second.

The other man glanced over at Bailey, grinning evilly

before sliding down Keith's body, fitting his mouth to the
crown of Keith's... thing.

As if Drake could hear Bailey's inner monologue, he

glanced up, tongue licking along Keith. Parting his lips, he
reached out for Bailey. “You remember that talk we had
earlier, babe? I promised I'd dirty your mouth. No time like
the present.”

Bailey couldn't move. He wasn't sure if he wanted to

move. Was this really happening? His body was flushed,
jittery. He felt unsettled, like his flesh was connected to a
live wire or something. His penis was aching, and he
couldn't draw a deep breath to save his life right now.

“I-I...”

“I-I...”
Drake chuckled, crooking his finger in a come here

gesture. Keith lay still under the duck, eyes on Bailey.

Shoring up his nerves, Bailey slowly slid over to where

the two men were laying.

“Come on, babe. You want to taste his cock, don't

you?”

“I...”
“Say, it. Bails, tell me what you want.”
He couldn't. There was no way he'd be able to do that.

Shaking his head minutely, he glanced at Keith in appeal.

“I'm right here,” Keith crooned, holding out one hand.

Bailey remembered when Keith had anchored him earlier.
That time it had been Bailey lying down and Keith and
Drake angled over him. Grasping the lifeline, Bailey realized
he felt just as calm now with the comfort Keith offered.
How weird was that? It was just a hand. So, why did it
send waves of peace down his body? Keith made him feel
safe. Like whatever happened would be okay, as long as he
was holding on.

Drake reached out, palming the back of Bailey's head

in one hand, drawing him closer for another searing kiss.
Bailey panted, yearning for more when Drake teased him
with the tip of his tongue. It felt so raw, but he couldn't help

himself. This was more erotic than anything he'd ever
imagined before.

“Come on, just taste him. You know you want to,”

Drake murmured against his lips.

Bailey slid his gaze back to Keith, nearly drowning in

the intensity on the other man's face. He could practically
feel how much Keith wanted that. Slanting his gaze back to
Drake, the feeling was doubled. They both wanted this.
How could Bailey deny them when they'd done so much for
him already? Besides, he was more than curious.

Following Drake's lead, Bailey lifted his free hand,

touching the hardness in front of him. It was so different
from his own penis, his fingers didn't even go all the way
around it. “You're so big,” he gasped.

Keith let out a laugh that turned into a moan.
Oh, Bailey liked that. Drake urged him on, whispering

naughty words in his ear, the sounds barely audible. Bailey
felt like he was being compelled by something outside
himself. He wanted more. Leaning down, he tentatively
licked Keith's penis. The skin was salty, warm and
absolutely delicious. Purring, he began to lick all along the
veined shaft, loving the rasp of his tongue against Keith's
skin.

“Fuck!” Keith bellowed.

“That's it, babe. Knew you'd like it. Like a duck to

water, right?” Drake started to laugh, his hand petting the
back of Bailey's hair, fingers rubbing against the fur.

Bailey arched his back, urging Drake to pet him more

even as he tried to get closer to Keith. His taste was almost
intoxicating. He felt like he was overdosing on catnip or
something. An overwhelming urge to mark Keith made him
pause before rubbing his cheeks along the thick length of the
human.

“Oh, shit, that's hot. Baby, I hope you're not real comfy

there, because I'm needing something in the worst way,”
Drake panted. “Lube, Keith?”

Wordlessly pointing to the bedside table, Keith clasped

Bailey's hand tightly, squeezing and releasing. Bailey purred
again, the sawing sound filling the room.

Drake disappeared, Bailey barely aware of him in his

peripheral vision. Naked skin appeared kneeling beside him
on the bed, startling Bailey enough to look up, releasing
Keith's penis. A groan filled the air but Bailey was too
distracted by the sight in front of him to pay much attention
to it.

Drake was completely nude, gloriously erect. He was

brandishing a bottle of something in one hand and a foil
packet that Bailey recognized in the other.

packet that Bailey recognized in the other.

“Here, hold this for me, babe.” Drake handed the

packet to Bailey. Startled, Bailey reached for it, feeling it
squish between his fingers. Hmm, he hadn't expected that. It
was an odd sensation.

Drake uncapped the bottle, pouring creamy white liquid

onto his fingers. With a seductive tilt to his mouth, he kept
his gaze on Bailey while he reached behind himself. His
body arched, and a moan spilled from between his lips.

Bailey gasped, pretty sure he grasped exactly what

Drake was doing. Keith tugged on his hand, encouraging
him to shift up on the bed. Sitting up, Keith tugged Bailey
closer, reaching down with his free hand to try and kick his
jeans off. Bailey was too stunned to try and help.

“You like that, Bailey?” Keith asked.
Bailey nodded, still speechless.
“Did you like licking my dick?”
Blushing, Bailey ducked his head, keeping his eyes on

Drake despite his embarrassment. He just couldn't look
away.

“You know, I noticed you're still fully clothed while the

two of us are naked. We can't have that, can we?” Keith
pinched the fabric of Bailey's sweater vest between the
fingers of his free hand. His other hand was still grasped

tightly in Bailey's hold.

Bailey finally dragged his attention away from Drake,

glancing at Keith. “What?”

Both men started to laugh. Keith bent down for a kiss,

nearly drugging Bailey again. He slumped against the bigger
man, not even caring to move when Keith released his hand
so he could start to undress Bailey. His clothes were
systematically removed, one item after another. He felt
drugged, like he no longer had control over his body. Bailey
could only watch while Keith touched his skin, running his
heated palms down Bailey's body.

Arching under the firm strokes, Bailey turned his gaze

back to Drake, intrigued by the flush of red blooming along
his chest. Drake's fingers were still busy behind him, and
Bailey suddenly wanted a closer look.

“Can you... can I...?” He was pretty sure his face was

flaming red, but the curiosity within him wouldn't let him
stop.

Drake paused, arching a brow. “You want to feel,

pretty one? Give me your hand.”

Drake practically yanked Bailey across Keith's lap,

urging him to reach around Drake's body. Bailey's fingers
brushed warm skin before he touched Drake's moving
fingers. Oh, oh wow. Bailey mewled, ghosting his fingertips

around the opening Drake was pressing into. It was so hot,
the skin was so warm. He dipped his index finger, pressing
it inside Drake's body, gasping at the loud yell Drake let out.

“Fuck, I can't wait. We're going to have to explore

more later. The two of you are killing me and little one isn't
even aware of it. You, however, know exactly what you're
doing, naughty duck.” Keith groaned, wrapping his arms
around Bailey's waist and drawing him back across his body
and away from Drake. Bailey cuddled up to Keith's side,
holding his hand in front of his face. His finger had been
inside Drake's body. Inside him! Just like Drake had done
to him earlier.

Keith grabbed Drake next, dragging the man over him

until he straddled Keith's outstretched legs, sitting up in his
lap.

Bailey licked his lips, watching Drake's bobbing penis

as it brushed against Keith. Both men tossed their heads at
the contact. Keith gritted his teeth while Drake let out a
honking cry.

“Condom, I need the fucking condom now,” Keith

growled.

Drake reached for Bailey, urging him to open his hand.

Startled, Bailey hadn't realized he was still holding the thing.
He tilted his head, watching as Drake bit open the package,

He tilted his head, watching as Drake bit open the package,
pulling out the piece of plastic-y ring inside. Bailey wrinkled
his nose at the smell, wondering how that was going to fit
over Keith. He didn't think it was going to work. He
reached out, brushing his hand over Keith's penis, trying to
measure the girth. Keith hissed, grabbing the condom out of
Drake's hand and brushing Bailey away.

The bottle of lube was suddenly back in Drake's hand,

liquid slathered over Keith's condom-covered shaft. Bailey
gasped when Drake lifted himself up, both men pausing in
the instant before Keith fitted himself against Drake.

Drake reached out, grabbing Bailey's hand and drawing

it back to that part of him he'd just touched. “Feel it. Feel
him taking me. This is what I want to do to you, Bailey. I
want to fuck you so bad I can taste it. My cock inside that
warm little hole of yours.”

Bailey whimpered, touching the hard shaft of Keith,

feeling the give of Drake's hole. The two men were joined in
a way Bailey had only fantasized about.

Keith grasped Drake's hips with bruising hands, fingers

digging into his skin. Bailey couldn't draw his gaze away.
Almost without thinking about it, he reached down, palming
himself. His penis. No, what did they call it? His cock.
Tossing his head back, Bailey saw stars. He couldn't stop

himself, couldn't stop the shaft of pleasure that filled his
body, the tightening of every muscle as nerve endings
danced and sang. He came, hard, ejaculating on Drake and
Keith. Hitting their thighs, Drake's cock, Keith's belly.

“Fuck,” Keith groaned. He pulled Drake down, lifting

his hips at the same time. Yanking Bailey closer to him and
Drake, he fit his mouth over Bailey's, swallowing his gasps.
Bailey collapsed, shivering against Keith's side and bumping
Drake's knee.

Squeezing open his eyes, he saw Drake reach down,

running his fingers through Bailey's ejaculate and fisting his
cock with the same hand. Within seconds he was shooting
his own milky seed onto Keith's belly, crying out. Keith
yelled, pulling Drake down hard, holding him still. Bailey felt
the shudders running through Keith's body, knew what it
meant.

Bailey couldn't move, could barely draw breath. What

was that? What was that?

* * * * *

Keith stretched, dislodging the two warm bodies

snuggled up to his chest. Chuckling quietly, he had a
moment’s thought that this wasn’t how he imagined waking

up. Nice, though. Very nice.

Picking up Bailey, Keith slid out of the bed before

turning and putting the kitten back beside Drake. Little bit
weighed next to nothing. He stretched again, feeling the
bones realign in his spine. Man, last night was satisfying.

Keith grabbed a pair of sweats, sliding them up his long

legs. Pacing into the kitchen, he started the coffeemaker,
hand covering a yawn. He’d let the two terrors sleep awhile
longer. He’d definitely kept them up past their bedtime last
night.

Hell, maybe he could convince them to stay the day.

He already knew Bailey was going back home soon and he
wasn’t all that sure whether he wanted to see Drake again
after this weekend. Man was fun to hang out with but Keith
would surely want to kill him if he was around the duck for
too long. He was completely the opposite of what Keith
normally went after. There was something off about Drake’s
smart ass comments, though, Keith just couldn’t put his
finger on it.

It was a bit unnerving, whatever it was. Drake was like

no one Keith had ever met. He didn't have a convenient box
to put Drake in. Couldn't quite figure the other man out.

Bailey, on the other hand, was a sweet little kitten. Too

bad he didn’t live here. Keith had no intention of doing

bad he didn’t live here. Keith had no intention of doing
anything long distance. It just wouldn’t work. A part of him
wanted to try it. Wanted to talk to both men and see if
something could be done, but he was more practical than
that. This was just a fun weekend. Nothing more.

Speak of the devil... Bailey walked into the kitchen,

wearing only his briefs and rubbing his eyes. Drake was one
step behind him, jeans pulled up but not buttoned. Oh, yes,
Keith liked the view.

“Morning. I didn’t wake you guys, did I?”
Bailey shook his head, coming closer and tilting his

head up. Keith grinned, leaning down to kiss the puckered
lips. Mmm... he lingered over the task, sliding his arms
around Bailey’s back and pressing him closer.

A knock to his front door interrupted him before things

could get interesting. Ah, shit. He had a feeling he knew
who was standing outside.

“I better get that, I think it might be my dad.”
Bailey pulled back, a look of panic on his face. “Your

dad?”

Turning around, Drake immediately went back into the

bedroom, disappearing from sight.

Okay, then. “I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. You

might want to put some pants on, just in case.”

Bailey squealed, turning and running into the bedroom.

Keith grinned, staring after him.

Jogging to the front of the house, Keith opened the

door before his dad decided to ring the bell. As he
expected, his dad and Shirl immediately came inside.

Shirl stopped in front of him. “You smell like sex.”
Keith took a deep breath. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Shirl, no one needs to hear that.” His dad came in,

herding Shirl to the side. “Keith, just ignore her.”

“Hey, I’ve been doing that since you guys hooked up.”

He dodged the punch Shirl aimed at his arm, laughing.

A door slammed at the back of the house, causing all

three of them to swing around. Keith frowned, recognizing
the sound of his back door. Damn, did they leave? He'd
told Bailey not to go anywhere. Shit.

“You have company?” Keith's dad frowned, a near

identical expression on his face to the one Keith was
probably wearing. They looked enough alike that people
sometimes mistook them for brothers. It boded well for
Keith, considering he'd grow old gracefully like his old man.
Shirl was the complete opposite of both men. Petite where
they were brawny, she was a little blonde and blue-eyed
angel. An angel that could bench press a truck, but most
people never figured that one out.

“It should be obvious he has company, Merv. I just

told you the boy smells like sex.” Shirl smirked at Keith,
moving into the kitchen before he could stop her. Damn, she
could move fast when she wanted to. He followed her,
wishing he'd thought to put a shirt on this morning. Not that
he could do anything about it right now, but still... he didn't
quite like the idea of his stepmom sniffing anything on him.
Kind of gross.

“So, who'd you bring home? Anyone I know?” Keith's

dad followed them in, immediately going to the coffeepot
and pouring himself a cup.

“No, you don't know...uh. No one you know.” Shit.

“What are you guys doing here this morning?”

Shirl fixed her intent gaze on him. “You forgot? We're

supposed to go to Pier Street this morning. But, you
obviously have plans.”

“Man, I completely forgot. Sorry, guys. I don't know

what happened to completely blow my mind like that. Uh...
next Saturday instead?” He just knew he was looking
sheepish, but damn, it had completely slipped his mind.
They didn't get together every weekend or he might have
remembered their date.

“No worries. At least we've seen you and know you're

still alive. Someone needs to keep in touch more. Your

still alive. Someone needs to keep in touch more. Your
mother worries.”

Shirl and Keith shared a grin. “She does, does she?”

Keith asked. He knew damn well it was his dad that
worried.

“Hmmph.”
A loud racket started up outside, startling Keith. He

moved to his back door, looking out toward his shed. What
the hell?

“Is your houseguest having a bit of trouble outside?”

Shirl cocked her head. “Actually, sounds like you have
some animals out there. What on earth have you gotten
into?”

Keith was just as confused as she was. “What kind of

animals? Never mind, I'll go check it out. Maybe Mrs.
Cannelson's Chihuahua has gotten loose again.”

“Unless the Chihuahua has learned to quack like a

duck...”

Man, what the hell were those two terrors up to? Keith

quickened his pace, throwing open the back door and
heading for his shed. His dad and Shirl were right on his
heels. Now closer to his workshop, he could clearly hear
the quacking and hissing. Not sure what he was going to
see, Keith entered the shed.

“Uh, wow. Didn't expect that.” Keith's dad started to

laugh.

The combatants either didn't hear them come in or they

were too caught up in their little mock fight because they
ignored the three newcomers.

Keith looked back and forth between the little white

Siamese and the fierce brightly colored Mallard. The
Mallard kept charging the cat, ducking his head when the
cat reached up with his front paws and wrapped them
around the duck’s neck.

Drake managed to push Bailey over onto his back, his

feet scrabbling on the concrete floor. Bailey hissed, trying to
bat Drake away. Lashing his tail, Bailey pawed at Drake's
head, finally flopping over to his belly and crawling away.
Before Keith could blink Bailey had twisted himself around
and went on the attack, pushing Drake back toward the
doorway. Drake dug his feet in, swishing his ass and moving
forward again.

Shirl started to laugh, great big guffaws that shook her

small frame. “Oh, my. I think you have one frisky little duck
here. That looks like he wants to mate the poor kitten.
Keith, you want to tell us something?” She smirked up at
him.

“When'd you get pets?” Keith's dad was frowning,

watching the action intently.

Keith shook his head, watching them wade through his

workshop, narrowly missing the wood he had stacked
everywhere. Someone was going to get hurt.

Bailey threw himself backward, slamming into a

cupboard before Keith realized the danger. As if in slow
motion, Keith watched the can of stain he'd placed on top
of the cupboard start to fall. A sudden image of himself
lightly placing the lid on the can yesterday flashed through
his mind. Oh, crap. He lunged for the cat, but was too late.
Brown stain splashed down over both Bailey and Drake,
coating them in thick liquid before the can and its useless lid
clattered to the ground. Drake sounded an insulted honk,
while Bailey just mewled pitifully.

Bending over, Keith picked them both up, holding one

in each hand. Crap, he'd need to get the damn stain off them
quickly or this would be a weekend to remember for an
entirely different reason. Ignoring the hoots of laughter
coming from his parents, he rushed both animals back into
his house, sticking them in the kitchen sink before either one
could complain.

“Was that necessary? Did you really have to wrestle

with each other while I was in here trying to get rid of my
parents? Damn it, if I'd known you guys were going to do

parents? Damn it, if I'd known you guys were going to do
that I would have made sure the lid was on tight when I was
using it yesterday morning. If this stain stays on, no sex for
either of you for the rest of the day.”

Bailey mewled again, blinking big blue eyes up at Keith

and batting his hand with one delicate paw.

“No, I'm not falling for that. I'm serious about the no

sex.”

It was Drake's turn to burrow under his hand,

obviously trying to suck up. Keith shook his head, trying to
hide his grin. They were absolutely adorable covered in
brown stain as they were. He turned the water on hot,
pouring dish soap into the sink. As expected, Bailey
instantly tried to jump out. Keith held him down with a firm
hand, soaking the fur and earning himself a disgruntled glare.

Shirl came up beside him. “Need help with your

boyfriends?”

“Uh, someone want to explain this to me?” Keith's dad

came up on the other side, looking confused.

Shirl smiled at Keith. “I'll take this. Honey, the pretty

little lilac point Siamese shifter and the handsome Mallard
shifter are the reason your son smells so... earthy... this
morning.” She turned back to Keith. “I never thought you'd
end up dating two paranormal men, but I couldn't be

happier. Wait until I call your mom. She'll be thrilled.”

“Don't be engraving the wedding invitations yet. I just

met them, Shirl.”

“Yes, yes. I hear what you're saying. I'll just get out of

your hair, while you're taking care of these two. Come
along, Merv. We're going to miss out on all the good deals.”
Shirl leaned in, kissing Keith's cheek. “Call your cousin.
Rick probably needs to explain something to you. I’d do it,
but stupid Alpha always needs to be first. I’m happy for
you. Happy looks good on you.”

Keith nodded, grateful all over again that his dad had

found Shirl. “See you both later. Next week, I promise, we
can do the market on Sunday and everything.”

The two finally made their goodbyes and let themselves

out. Keith was left with his two frisky troublemakers, both
staring up at him through a cloud of bubbles. He was
strangely content. Go figure.

“All right, you two. Out with it. What the hell was

that?”

Drake started to quack, flapping his wings once and

getting water everywhere. Soaked, Keith glared at the
duck, finally releasing both men. Bailey immediately jumped
out of the water, shivering and looking pitiful. Keith shook
himself once before crossing his arms over his chest. “Spill

it.”

Drake was the first to change, a quick melding of

feathers and skin until he was standing completely naked in
front of Keith. Bailey followed him, hugging his arms as he
hopped from one foot to the other. It was making things
jiggle in the most interesting way, but Keith was not going to
be distracted right now. Damn, but the view was pretty.

Shaking his head, Keith cocked his eyebrow, staring

Bailey down. He figured the little one would crack first. He
was right.

“Drake started it!”
“I did not!” Drake immediately turned on Bailey,

throwing his hands out.

“You did too!” Bailey faced Keith, his face earnest.

“He wanted to see your shop, but I told him not to.”

“Whatever, pussy. You mentioned it first. It was your

idea.”

Bailey bristled. “Don't call me that!”
Keith rubbed his face with his right hand, trying to hide

his grin. They were facing off against each other again, both
with their hands on hips. “I don't care whose idea it was to
go outside. What I want to know is what happened once
you were out there.”

“Drake--”

“Drake--”
“I did not!”
“I didn't say anything! Keith, tell him to stop--”
“Enough!” Keith started to laugh, his entire body

shaking with the guffaws he'd been trying to hold in.
“Enough. It doesn't matter. God, you guys need a keeper in
the worst way.”

Both boys were now wearing identical pouts. Fricking

cute.

The scary thing was that Keith was starting to think

about applying for the job.

Chapter Eight

Stepping into Tim Horton’s, Keith sighed happily. The

place was busier than one would think, considering the hour,
but Keith wasn't surprised. Heck, it wouldn’t matter if you
had five of them on this block, it would still be busy.
Canucks and their Timmies coffee...

He'd been coming here nearly as long as he could

remember.

Keith grabbed a coffee and muffin and walked over to

the brown-haired troublemaker sitting at their regular table.
“Okay, spill it.”

Rick stared back at him, nonplussed. “Hello to you,

too.”

Cracking a smile, Keith leaned on the table. “Hello.

What's up? You sounded pretty adamant on the phone that
I come down here.”

“Can't I just want to see you?” He attempted to look

innocent.

Keith snorted, not even deigning to answer that. He

picked up a packet of sugar, shaking it before ripping the
top. Watching the grains spill into the black liquid he took
his time stirring his coffee.

“Okay, fine. I wanted to talk to you about the two men

you took home with you this weekend.”

Keith lifted his cup to his mouth, sipping carefully.

Finally, he set the cup back on the table. Sighing, Keith tried
to figure out what Rick wanted without actually coming out
and asking him. “It's the ass crack of dawn. Do we really
need to talk now? The sun isn't even up yet.”

“Have you seen them since?” Rick asked, folding his

hands around his own cup of coffee.

Keith scratched his jaw, thinking of the two men.
He'd just met them on Friday, so it was ridiculous that

he was still thinking about both men now that the weekend
was over. Sure, they'd had fun, but it wasn't as if Keith
hadn't had fun with guys before. He was a healthy, adult
male. He wasn't much on one night stands now, but he'd
had his share back in College and for a few years in his
twenties.

“It's only been two days,” he grumbled.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Damn it, Rick. Why?”
“Just answer the question, Keith.”
He sighed, not sure he wanted to talk about his love life

with his cousin. Sure, he was cool and everything but Keith
had to have some privacy in this blasted family, didn't he?

Besides, he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about Bailey and
Drake anyway.

“They left yesterday.”
“So...”
Why had he come again? Oh, right. He hadn't known

he was going to be interrogated.

Ah, perfect timing. He grinned in relief at the two men

walking into the coffee shop. They looked enough like Rick
to make anyone nervous -- no surprise since the three were
brothers --but Keith was hoping they’d take the attention
off of him for once. He nodded to both Max and Ben.

“Where’s Marcus?” They usually got together at

Timmies a few times a week before all heading off to their
jobs. Now that Marcus -- Rick's other brother -- was
finally back in Campbell River, Keith had been sure he’d be
here.

“Playing with his puddy tat,” Ben snorted, sliding in

beside Keith while Max took the seat beside Rick.

Max nodded. “I have a feeling we won’t be seeing him

for awhile. Except at the bar, because Rick here refuses to
give Marcus any time off.”

“Hey, he had time off when he was on holidays. Now

that he’s found his mate, he needs to stick close,” Rick said.

Keith nodded in agreement. He played with his muffin,

Keith nodded in agreement. He played with his muffin,

tearing off pieces. Finally clueing himself into the silence
from across the table, he glanced up. “What?”

“Do you like them?” Rick arched a brow, sweeping out

with one hand.

“Who? Max and Ben? Yeah, they’re alright.”
“Smartass. I meant the two men you went home with.

And don’t try to get out of it. Shirl told the whole family that
you had them over on Saturday. Since the last I saw of you
was when I sent you over to Drake’s home on Friday night,
I figured you’d gotten distracted.”

Shit, they were already back on this? Ben and Max

were snickering, but Keith figured he could ignore them. He
took a bite of muffin before finally shrugging. “I guess.”

“Fuck, Keith. Don't play games with me. Do you want

me to call Shirl and your mom so they can take turns
questioning you instead of us?”

Okay, what was going on here? “Why is it any of your

business who I date?”

“Answer the question, do you like them? Seriously, I’m

not being an ass. But, I need to know.”

Keith glanced at Max and Ben before finally nodding.

They weren’t any help at all. Both men sat silently sipping
their coffees. “Yes. But, it doesn't matter. Bailey doesn't live

here and Drake... I don't know.”

“You don't think you have chemistry with him?”
An image of Drake popped into his head. The man was

something else. Frustrating, for sure, but damned hot. Did
they have chemistry? He remembered how Drake had
looked yesterday in his bed.

“You want something from me?” Drake tilted his

head to the side, looking up at Keith through his lashes.
He was spread out on Keith's bed, a sheet barely
covering his groin. Acres of creamy skin were on
display, green feathered hair a shock of color. Keith
wondered if his pubic hair would grow into green
feathers, as well. Drake was completely bare at his
groin, which was a turn on in itself but it didn't stop
Keith from wondering what that tasty dick would look
like surrounded by bright plumage. Fuck, that was an
image he liked.

Remembering that sight, Keith sighed. Yeah, they had

chemistry. No question.

“So, what's the problem, then?” Rick asked.
“I don't know. I don't think I could date just Drake.

Without Bailey there, I'm not sure we'd have anything.” It
was a pretty excuse, even he could see that. What was it
about the duck that sat wrong? No, not wrong. Just odd.

“Well, maybe you just need to get through his shield.”
Damn it, he hated werewolves sometimes. “What

shields?”

“Fuck, I know we taught you better than that. It was

obvious from the minute I saw him that the duck is shielding
big time. He's been hurt in the past.”

“He keeps to himself,” Max added. “He’s been in the

bar before. You probably just haven’t noticed him. Even I
can tell he’s not what he seems. And I’m not all that
observant.”

“Did he tell you anything about himself?” Rick asked.
Keith raised his coffee, draining the rest of the cup.

“Honestly, no. Not much, at least, other than to say both his
parents split on him. We really weren't all that interested in
talking a lot of the time.”

The majority of Saturday had been spent sleeping and

fooling around. He'd fucked Drake again and finally gotten
his lips around Bailey's little pride and joy. The kitten had
still been shy, so neither he nor Drake had pressured him
into anything further. It had been incredible, anyway.
Anything more and his head might have exploded from all
the pleasure.

They hadn't really shared all that much in terms of

personal information. Every time things got even a little

personal information. Every time things got even a little
serious, Drake would try to initiate sex or Bailey would
freeze up and they'd end up kissing him back to normal. By
that time, things were usually too heated for anything but
sex.

Between that, and Bailey checking his cell phone every

two hours, Keith wasn't sure he even wanted things to get a
little more serious. He had a feeling that he'd be the one hurt
out of the three of them, in the long run.

When Drake had checked out early on Sunday on

some trumped up excuse, he figured it was the best thing for
all of them. Bailey ended up getting a ride back to his hotel
with Drake and Keith had spent the day in his shop. Trying
to forget them, to be honest.

“Hmm, interesting.”
Okay, now that was annoying. “What?”
“Sounds to me like the duck is used to people running

out on him so he probably splits first. I'm guessing he was
the one who first brought up leaving. Am I right?”

Keith scratched his forehead. Yeah, Drake had been

the one who’d brought it up first. Thinking back now, Keith
wondered if there had been something off about the
exchange. Rick seemed to think so, at least.

“Umm... so, I think I should go.” Drake stood in

front of him, dancing from foot to foot.

Bailey lifted his head from where he'd been resting

against Keith's chest. The two men had been snuggled
on the couch, not doing anything really. Drake had been
in the kitchen, but now he was the only one of them fully
dressed.

Keith stretched, dislodging Bailey. Standing up,

towering over Drake, he frowned. “Why? You guys
don't have to leave right away.”

There really wasn't any reason why they had to

leave right at this moment unless Drake had somewhere
else he had to be. Keith had done laundry yesterday
afternoon and thrown their clothes in. He'd had fun
chasing the two naked men around the house while they
waited for their stuff to dry. Heck, he'd even let them
borrow his toothbrush so no one felt disgusting. They'd
practically spent the last 24 hours in bed anyway. There
wasn't any need for them to go outside.

“I'm just... it's time to go, you know?”
Maybe Drake was right. This was completely out of

normal for Keith. He couldn't believe he'd invited two
practical strangers into his home on Friday night and
now here he was on Sunday practically ready to beg
them to stay. What the hell was wrong with him?

Moving a tad bit fast now. Hell, he was practically

ready to engrave the wedding invitations, and wasn't
that a stupid thought? There was no way he should be
even thinking things like that. Bailey was leaving and
Drake wasn't exactly marriage material. Keith would
have to tape his mouth shut before introducing him to
his friends.

Keith shook his head, dispelling the memory. “Shit.” He

pushed the remains of his muffin away. He suddenly wasn't
hungry anymore.

“Hmm.” Rick sat back, an impassive expression on his

face.

“Fuck.”
“What?”
He'd treated Drake exactly the way everyone else

must. Going off his appearance and his habit of talking like
he was tough, Keith hadn't even bothered to look deeper.
Damn it. What was wrong with him? He suddenly
remembered the look of shame that had crossed Drake's
face back when they were in the duck’s apartment. Even
then, Keith had practically looked down on him. His parents
hadn't raised him to be a fucking snob.

Drake had nothing to be ashamed of. No, it was Keith

who needed to get down on his knees and apologize for

who needed to get down on his knees and apologize for
being such a fucking asshole.

Max slapped him on the side of the head, grabbing his

attention.

“Ow! What the hell?”
“Rick’s said your name three times, Keith. Now, pay

attention. This is important.”

He didn't think he'd ever seen his cousins this serious

before. “What's wrong?”

Rick rested both elbows on the table, leaning forward.

“I know you didn't have much exposure to all things
supernatural before Aunt Shirl met your dad, and you got
amalgamated into the family, but you’ve learned a bit in the
years since.”

“Yeah, I guess. Between dad meeting Shirl and mom

meeting Eddie, I've had a bit of a crash course.” Not to
mention the little kitten and duck he'd spent the weekend
with.

“Right, so... What do you know about mates?”
“In what sense? Like shapeshifters? I think Eddie called

mom his mate a few times. It's like a primal connection,
right? I guess it's just a good thing mom was already
divorced when she met Eddie. I can't imagine being with
someone else and meeting your one true love.” He really

couldn't imagine that. It would have been horrible. Not to
mention, his dad and Shirl were perfect for each other. His
parents splitting up was really the best thing that ever
happened in their family.

“Right, exactly. But I’m thinking about a little more

recently.”

He wasn't sure what she was getting at and his coffee

obviously hadn't had enough time to make it to his brain.
“You mean the thing with Adam and Marcus? I know you
smelled that Adam was Marcus’ mate and that’s why you
called him back. What’s that got to do with me?”

Rick snorted. “Didn’t you wonder why I kept pressing

you on Friday night? The drinks? The teasing? You had to
know what I was doing.”

“I thought you were trying to tell me to sleep with one

or both of them. So, what’s the big deal?”

“I wasn’t just trying to tell you to sleep with them. I was

aiming a bit higher than that, actually. They smelled like your
mates. Both of them.”

* * * * *

Bailey stood back, smiling at the sight of all the

quacking Mallards. Why was he here? He couldn't figure it

out, even after he'd arrived at the marina. Wandering around
the shoreline earlier had been an experience in itself, exactly
the thing he needed to distract himself from everything
around him. Now he’d made his way closer to the
Discovery Harbour Marina that Wolf Creek bordered.

Bailey continued on, each boat nearly mind-boggling.

He couldn’t imagine going out on the water in one of these.

He was surrounded by birds in addition to the boats.

They were so noisy he had to stop himself from putting his
hands to his ears to try and block out the noise. He wasn’t
sure if they were attracted to him or if it was just this area.
He’d already had to avoid a few territorial cats up at the top
of the marina. Must be all the fishing boats coming in.

The Gulls and Cormorants were entertaining to watch

for awhile, but, it was the Mallards that captured his
attention right now. Emerald caps glinting in the sunlight,
majestic and beautiful. He hadn’t expected them to be up
here.

They reminded him so much of Drake. All loud and

blustery. He giggled at the antics of one Mallard in
particular. The little guy was smaller than the rest, but he
kept pushing forward, biting anyone that got in his way.
Man, he was loud.

He was having so much fun he almost didn't want to

He was having so much fun he almost didn't want to

leave. Finally, Bailey gave a last lingering glance at the
Mallards before deciding to move on. He was trying to
figure out what to do, but he’d never been more confused.

Glancing down at his cell for the fifteenth time, he

wondered if he should call Adam back. He'd finally gotten
up the nerve yesterday to call Adam about what Sally had
told him, but he'd gotten Adam's voice mail. He'd left a
quick message to let him know that Bailey's dad knew he
was here and he wasn't sure if that was important or not but
he wanted Adam to know. He wasn't too sure what he'd
have said to Adam if his friend had actually answered his
phone, but he was glad for the reprieve anyway.

Should he be sorry for what he did with Keith and

Drake? Adam didn't have to know about that, right? He
wouldn't ask. Why would he ask? He'd probably be
wondering why Bailey ran out of the bar on Friday night. It
was now a few days later and Bailey still hadn't talked to
him in person. Heck, maybe he should have answered the
phone the first time Adam called on Saturday. He really
hadn't wanted to talk to Adam when he was walking around
in his underwear at Keith's house, though.

Should he try to contact either Drake or Keith? Neither

man knew how to get hold of him. Drake had made a few

noises about following him to his hotel when he'd dropped
Bailey off at Wolf Creek Bar and Grill to pick up his car but
they'd ended up parting ways in the parking lot. Bailey knew
where both men lived, of course, but he wasn't sure he'd be
able to navigate to their place in his rental car. He never did
notice their addresses anyway, so it probably wouldn't
work.

They hadn't said anything about keeping in touch, after

all, and Bailey wasn't sure what the right move was to make
in this kind of circumstance. Did he just have a one night
stand? Two night stand? Was there such a thing as a two
night stand?

It shouldn't matter. He had to leave soon, anyway.
His phone rang in his hand, startling him into dropping it

on the ground. Scrambling to pick it up, he quickly pressed
the talk button. “Hello?”

“Bailey?”
Uh oh. Maybe he should have checked the Caller ID

first. “Adam?”

“Hey, I've been trying to get hold of you. How are

you?”

“Uh... fine. You?” He fidgeted, bringing his free hand

up to rub along his hairline.

“I'm okay. I'd like to see you, if you wanted to come

down to Wolf Creek Bar and Grill for a bite to eat. Or,
well, I guess I could come to you, but I still don't have a car
here and Marcus is out running errands so I'm kind of stuck
at work. Rick said I could take a few minutes off, though, to
talk to you and touch base and all that. So?”

Bailey smiled, immediately calmed just hearing the

familiar babble. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Um... give me a
few minutes. It won't take long, though. See you soon.”

“Bye!” Adam sounded a lot cheerier as he hung up the

phone.

It took Bailey awhile longer than he'd anticipated

getting up the nerve to walk back up to Wolf Creek. It
wasn’t as if it was more than two minutes, but he didn’t
know what he wanted to say to his friend. He stood outside
the bar, surprisingly a lot calmer than he'd been on Friday
when he'd stood in this exact spot trying to convince himself
to go inside and see Adam.

Here he was again, but it was almost like he was a

different person now. He couldn't figure out what it was, but
it had to be attributed to his weekend with Drake and Keith.
Gathering his courage, he slipped inside to a much quieter
bar. The last time he'd been here he hadn't been able to hear
himself think. It was a lot toned down, now. He could see
why people would come here, at this time of day. It was

why people would come here, at this time of day. It was
nice. A quiet neighbourhood pub atmosphere.

He scented his friend before Adam popped up beside

him.

“Hey, Bailey! I'm glad you didn't leave. I wasn't sure

how long you were going to be here. I have no idea how
you can just disappear in a town this small, but there you go.
My sisters didn't tell me you were coming. How long are
you here for?” Adam accompanied his words with a warm
hug, holding Bailey close.

Bailey snuggled in, breathing his friend's scent into his

lungs. He could definitely smell the wolf on Adam, but it was
a surprisingly nice combination. Friendly. Comforting. Not
at all arousing as Drake and Keith's scent. Hmm... he
wondered what that meant. Was it because they had sex?

“Come on, let's grab a table in the back. It's pretty

quiet this morning. Not a lot of people come to the bar
during the day. We're a lot busier at night. Of course.”
Adam laughed, bright and cheerful.

They had barely sat down when the werewolf from

Friday appeared at their side. “Food for you boys?”

Adam shrugged, turning to Bailey.
“Maybe we can just have a few oh doves, or

something.” Bailey wasn't sure he could keep anything more

down. He was feeling a bit lightheaded again.

Rick cocked his head. “Pardon?”
“Um... horse durves?” He glanced at Adam, imploring

his friend to jump in at any time.

Adam started to snicker, shrugging his shoulders.
Rick didn't even crack a smile. “I'll gather up a few

appetizers for you two, then. Just sit back and enjoy.”

Bailey glanced at Adam when the wolf had left. “What

are they called?” he whispered.

“Hors D'Oeuvres. Don't worry about it. Marcus had to

correct me the other day. You'd think they'd print the
pronunciation somewhere.”

“Hmm.” Bailey wasn’t sure what to say. He still hadn’t

figured it out.

“I'm glad you're here, Bailey. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. How... how are you?”
“Good. I'm... well, I guess you know I found my mate.”
Bailey nodded. Yeah, he’d figured that out already.

“When?”

“Just last week, actually. I wasn't expecting it, trust me.

I... well, I'll be honest with you. I haven't had the best time
of things up to this week. I got into a bit of trouble with my
landlord, and couldn't figure out how to get out of it.”

Bailey sat forward. Trouble? Oh, that didn't sound

good.

“Scott, my landlord, emptied my bank account. I

couldn't tell dad, you know why. He hasn't exactly been the
most supportive person and I really didn't want to hear him
say I told you so. I managed to get a job here, though. My
sister gave me Rick's phone number and he's been real
good to me. Even when I didn't do a good job. I owe him a
lot. Besides, he's the one who introduced me to Marcus, so
I'm a bit in his debt right now.”

“So, you're good now? What happened to your

landlord?”

“Oh, don't worry about him. Marcus and I took care of

him. He won't be bothering me again.” Adam grinned, a
mischievous tilt to his lips.

Bailey figured there was more to the story, but he'd let

Adam tell it at his own pace. It was nice, just sitting here like
this with him. Like old times. Back when they'd been nearly
inseparable.

“I guess you won't be coming back.” He didn't even

bother to make it a question.

“No. Marcus is here. I think I can make a life here. I'll

miss my sisters being around all the time. I'll miss you, and
the rest of our friends. But, Marcus is my life. I can't even
imagine being away from him.”

imagine being away from him.”

Something inside Bailey's chest loosened at the words.

Strange. He wasn't even upset. Adam's words felt right.
Like they were supposed to be. What did that mean?

Adam stood up, scratching behind his ear. “I'm just

going to run to the little boy's room before Rick comes back
with our food. I'll just be a minute.”

Bailey nodded, distracted. There was something sitting

just outside his senses, but he couldn't quite figure out what
it was telling him. Some days he wished his father had spent
more time talking about practical stuff and less time pushing
him into his academic studies. He felt like he should know
something. Only, what?

Chapter Nine

“Hey, Drake. You off?”
Drake glanced up at the voice, sliding his books into his

bag before slinging it over his shoulder. “Yep. Glad to be
out of this joint.” He watched his friend come closer,
practically loping across the room.

Jake stopped in front of him, throwing his own bag

down to the table that Drake was vacating. “Tell me about
it. Hey, when you defending?”

“Week from tomorrow.” He wished it were here

already, but he was confident his thesis was solid. It'd be a
piece of cake standing in front of the panel and talking about
his work.

“Nervous?”
“Nah. I've got this one.” Drake shared a grin, waving

goodbye as he headed out of the room. “See you in the
morning.”

“I'll be here. Have a good night.”
Heading to his parking spot and his trusty rust bucket,

Drake quickly made his way off the campus. It'd been an
early start for him, and despite the fact that it was still
morning, he was practically ready for bed.

This had been the only time he could schedule time in

the lab. It was ridiculously hard to do lately, which was one
of the reasons he'd had to leave Keith's house yesterday so
he could hit the lab in the afternoon. When you managed to
get one of the research labs booked you did not miss your
time. Especially this close to finally finishing for good.

He didn't want to go home, though, no matter how tired

he was. He fully intended to go back to the scene of the
crime.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't mentioned the truth on

Friday night. Or Saturday. Or yesterday, for that matter.
He'd even been given the opportunity, back when Keith
slammed his home. All he'd had to say was that he couldn't
afford anything more when all his money was going toward
tuition, but he hadn't said anything.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed or anything. No, it

was more that he was used to people looking down on him.
What he'd said to Keith was right, he'd had to fight for
everything he had. He had nearly dropped out of High
School, but had hung on by the skin of his teeth. Nothing
came easy to him. Not that he expected it and honestly he
knew there were people worse off than he was.

Still, going to University was the first thing he had that

he'd been proud of. Something so easy and simple for

someone like Bailey or Keith hadn't been easy for him. But,
he'd made it. And he'd liked it. Which explained why he
was still here years later so damned close to getting his PhD
that it wasn't even funny.

So, he wasn't quite sure why he hadn't told his mates.
He just hadn't felt like the timing was right. Yeah, right,

like he'd get another shot. Bailey was probably on his way
back to wherever he came from and Keith was most likely
glad to see the back end of Drake.

Drake was an ass. He fully realized that. He was just so

used to being defensive about everything. Hell, even his
thesis was cause for problems some days. He'd decided to
focus on homosexuality in the animal kingdom, which
explained why he was at UVic. They had a pretty kick ass
Biology department. In his opinion, anyway. The University
of Victoria was awesome, and the fact that he’d been able
to work out things so he could do some research up here
was even better. Being stationed out of Campbell River for
this last term was a lot better than trying to work right in
Victoria. And he’d worked things out so he could come into
the North Island University campus up here any time he
needed it.

Sighing as he pulled into the Wolf Creek parking lot, he

resigned himself to a lonely drink to celebrate his successful

resigned himself to a lonely drink to celebrate his successful
consult with his Professor. Not that he needed a reason to
go have a drink, but he preferred to pretend it was over
something other than crying about his lack of mates.

Yesterday he'd finally come to the realization that he

had to let them go. For now, at least. Didn't mean it was for
good. Hopefully, Bailey would go back home and quickly
realize he couldn't live without them. Maybe Keith would
come running too, if Drake left him alone for a few days...
or weeks. Not months. He couldn't last months.

Drake was no good at chasing after people and while

Bailey might be warm and giving, Drake definitely wasn't.
He couldn't be what Keith obviously wanted. He wasn't
blind, he'd seen the way Keith had looked at Bailey. He'd
seen the way Bailey had looked at his phone when he didn't
think they were looking.

And he'd seen the way they'd both looked at him. Or,

rather, the way they hadn't looked at him.

Yeah, it was better to sit back for now. When the time

was right he'd figure out how to go after them. Maybe he
should talk to Rick. He was sure the wolf would know what
to do. The man was batting a hundred on his matchmakings
after all. It was rumored he was even responsible for the
heavenly Adam finding his wolf. Considering Marcus was

his brother, Drake figured that one was true.

Gag me, Drake thought. He hoped the damned pussy

wasn't here today.

Pulling his keys out, he got out of his car, locking the

door behind him. Breathing deeply, he was loving the salty
sea air. Laced with human?

“Drake?”
Drake frowned, twirling in place at the sound of Keith

behind him. Man, this day was just getting better and better.
Yeah, not really. Fuck. What was Keith doing here? Drake
so wasn't ready to face him yet. He'd had the hardest time
leaving yesterday. He couldn't afford to act like a lovesick
fool now.

Girding his loins, he plastered a smile on his face. “Hey,

big boy.” Cocking his hip to the side, Drake lifted his hand
in a practiced wave.

Keith chuckled, startling Drake when he leaned in and

pulled Drake into a hug. Keith nuzzled the side of his neck
before placing a kiss to his jaw.

Drake would have purred -- except for the whole not-

a-cat thing -- it felt so damned good. Shit, it felt too good.

“Well, hello there. Someone's happy to see me?” He

couldn't help the question. What was Keith up to? The man
hadn't been all that sad to see him leave yesterday. He

wasn't helping the situation right now.

“Definitely happy to see you. I was coming in to talk to

Rick and see if he could play matchmaker again.”

Drake bristled, feeling his back straighten like a fucking

poker. “You damned well better be matched up with me
and my kitty cat.” Shit, he hadn't meant to say that. The
words had practically leapt off his tongue.

Keith cocked his head to the side. “So... that means

you know about...?”

Inhaling deeply, Drake studied the other man. If he

didn't know better he'd think Keith had figured out they
were mates. Nah, that'd be stupid. The guy was a human.
With a wolf stepmother. Damn. Did that mean? “Know
about what?”

“Okay, I'm just going to say it. Rick says we're mates.”
Drake lowered his gaze, unable to hold Keith's.

Nodding around the lump in his throat, he gestured toward
the door. “Huh. Is that what he said?”

“Drake?” Keith's hand brushed his chin, raising it.
Looking up into Keith's gaze, Drake didn't know what

to say. He had a plan and Keith was ruining it. This was too
good to be true. Did Keith mean he wanted to try to be with
him?

“Hey, it's okay. One step at a time, right?” Keith leaned

“Hey, it's okay. One step at a time, right?” Keith leaned

down and kissed him briefly before Drake could pull away.

Shit. Why did the human have to be so damned good?

Drake pulled on his happy face again, knowing it was a bit
battered at the moment, but not knowing what else to do.
He had a plan. A stupid plan, but he didn't think he'd survive
if Keith changed his mind and left. He was human. What did
he know about being mates? Was he even feeling the same
thing? It was quite a fucking turnaround from yesterday. So,
he just changed his mind because his cousin said he was
mated to someone? That made no sense at all. Humans
didn’t work that way. They didn’t just accept mate bonds.
Did they?

“Want to go inside and grab a drink?” Keith asked.
“A duck and a human walk into a bar...”
“Stop it,” Keith rumbled, a smile pulling up the corners

of his lips.

“Come on, you have to admit it’s the perfect start for a

kick ass joke.” More comfortable now, he shot an
apologetic glance to Keith. The human would just have to
get used to it. This was who Drake was and he couldn't just
change. If Keith really wanted to be with him then he might
as well get used to it.

Keith held open the door, shaking his head when

Drake bumped his hip on the way past. Drake caught the
edge of a grin Keith was obviously trying to hide. Stepping
inside, Drake stopped on the threshold. Lifting his head, he
sniffed, not even trying to be discreet about it. There was
something familiar in the air.

“Hey, do you smell kitten?”
“I can't smell anything. Get used to it.” Keith started

toward the bar, reaching back to tow Drake with him.

Drake evaded his hand, certain there was something

here. He just needed to... ah, there. Grabbing Keith's hand
and pulling in the opposite direction, Drake led them toward
the back of the bar.

“Drake.”
“Trust me. He's here.”
His line of sight finally opened up, and Drake spied his

prey sitting all alone in a corner booth. Smiling toothily,
Drake sped up his pace.

“I spy with my little eye a tasty little pussy.”
Bailey jerked, his shoulders rising. “Don't call me that!”
“Hey, beautiful. What brings you to my neck of the

woods?” Drake couldn't contain his grin. Despite his
promise to stay away from them, he was too shaken to
avoid Bailey right now. Maybe... maybe things could work
out after all. Bailey obviously hadn't left. Besides, it was

almost as if fate was pushing them together. Why else would
they all be in the bar at the exact same time. Just like on
Friday.

It was just too perfect.
Ducking his head, Bailey glanced shyly at the two of

them. “Hi, Drake. Hello, Keith.”

“Hey, kitten. Good to see you. I was hoping I’d run

into you again. We really need to talk about a few things.”
Keith stepped around Drake, leaning down to kiss Bailey.

Drake suddenly froze, inhaling deeply. He literally felt

his ire settle around him like a cloak. “Why the fuck do you
smell like your tabby friend?”

He knew things were too good to be true.

* * * * *

Bailey stood up, trying to figure out what to say to

Drake. He was obviously operating under a mistaken
impression. Why was he so upset? From the glare on
Keith's face, he wasn't very happy either. What was going
on?

Drake bristled. “What the fuck? You couldn't wait to

get rid of us, could you? Just wanted to run back to Adam
and see what could happen. You know what's wrong with

and see what could happen. You know what's wrong with
this picture? It's the fact that you're so damned scared to
move forward with me and Keith. You're scared it's
something you want, so you're just going to sit there and
pretend you're still in love with your best friend when
everyone around can see that he's never felt that way about
you and you don't have a chance in hell of changing his
mind. And you don't want to change his mind. Admit it!”

Bailey gasped, slumping back down into his seat. What

was... oh no. No. What was Drake talking about? How did
he know about Adam?

Drake backed up, moving away from Bailey. “Adam's

safe, I get it. Saying you're in love with Adam is safe
because you don't have a chance with him. But, you have a
chance with two men who care about you, and you fucking
won't take it because you're fucking scared! I knew this
would happen. Fuck it, I knew better. You're just like
everyone else. Why should I have expected anything
different?”

Bailey's chest was tight, his eyes achingly heavy. He

was a split second from bursting into tears and he had no
clue what to say. What was Drake talking about? His heart
felt like it was breaking from the force of Drake's anger and
the underlying sorrow he could sense like it was his own.

What was going on?

“Bailey?”
No. Oh no no no. Bailey closed his eyes, trying to

pretend that Adam wasn't standing beside the table. Had the
other man heard what Drake said? Of course he did, the
entire bar heard what Drake said. Bailey finally opened his
eyes, staring straight at a furious and very unrepentant
Drake. He knew. He'd known the whole time that Adam
was there. He had to have, and he still said those things.
He'd purposely told Adam about Bailey's feelings for him.
How could he? Bailey desperately wanted a hole to open
up so he could bury himself in it. This wasn't happening to
him. It was all just too insane.

Fleeing right now sounded about right. Turning,

uncaring about Drake or Keith or Adam or anyone else,
Bailey fled outside. He made it to his rental car before the
first sob came out.

Footsteps scuffed the ground behind him, a familiar

scent wafted toward him.

“We need to talk.”
Bailey sniffed, not sure he wanted to have this

conversation right now. He knew what Adam was going to
ask before the other man even opened his mouth.

“What?”

“You know what. Is it true? Frog legs! Can you please

turn around and look at me? Bailey.”

Adam touched Bailey's arm. He finally swung around,

meeting Adam's concerned gaze. Staring at the other man
he tried to put what he was feeling into words. He'd had so
much happen this past week that it almost seemed unreal.
What did he really want? Was Drake right? Were his
feelings for Adam nothing more than him needing safety?
Knowing that there was no way Adam would go for him
even if he was single? They'd been best friends for years
and they'd only shared one kiss. Surely more would have
happened if they were meant to be.

No, he couldn't lie to himself anymore. He didn't love

Adam. They definitely weren't mates, and if he was honest,
he'd figured that out this weekend.

Maybe he'd still think his feelings for Adam were true

love if he hadn't met Drake and Keith. What he felt for
those two was so huge he almost couldn't describe it. Drake
was wrong about one thing, though. He wasn't scared, he
was...

“I'm an idiot.”
Adam smiled, tilting his head to the side. “Yeah, I could

have told you that without you having to come out to
Vancouver Island.”

Vancouver Island.”

Bailey started to laugh, nearly bending double with

guffaws when Adam joined in. They ended up holding on to
each other, trying to find their breath. Bailey felt like a huge
weight had just lifted off his chest. He wasn't in love with
Adam. And he was most definitely an idiot.

“Whatever he just said in there, whether parts of it are

true or not... it doesn't matter. You're my best friend, Bailey.
I know you. I see you,” Adam said.

Bailey looked up, finally calming down. “I'm sorry you

had to hear that. It's not...”

“Doesn't matter. He shouldn't have said it, anyway.

What else can you expect from ducks, though, huh?” Adam
smirked, ducking when Bailey pushed him.

“He's right. Well, not about that. But, I did come here

after you.”

“I figured you did. We're friends. Why wouldn't you

come after me? I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you got even
a weekend away from your dad. He's exactly like my dad,
and it took moving across the country for me to realize I
can't please him and never will. Maybe you had to do the
same.”

“Yeah, I think you're right. I just don't know what to do

now. I...”

“Let me guess... You met them.”
Bailey nodded, turning and hugging his arms to his

chest. “I met them. I never thought there were people like
that, Adam. I mean, I'm not stupid. I just never expected
that they could make me feel the way they did. Do.
Everything's different with them. Brighter, shinier, bigger. I
don't know what to do about it. I don't want to go home.
Not now.”

Adam skipped around him until they were face to face

again. “Then don’t go home. But, what are you going to do
about your dad?”

“I don’t know. Call him, I guess. Oh, shoot. I almost

forgot. Your parents?”

“Yeah, they’re not okay with me mated to a man. Or a

wolf. But, my sisters are ecstatic, and Marcus’ family is
great. Trust me, I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about you
right now. You said in your message that your dad said you
have to go back. Will you?”

“I can’t see doing anything else right now. I can’t stay.

What would I do?”

“Don't worry about it. Things have a habit of working

out around this place. Besides, you have your mates now.
They're not going to let you leave, even if you wanted to.
Even if the Mallard is a bit unhappy. He'll calm down

eventually. Especially if you kiss him better.” Adam giggled.

Bailey felt his knees turn to jelly. “Mates?”
Adam froze, staring at him. “You don't know?”
“Know what?”
“Bailey, come on. I could smell them on you when you

first came in here. I was just waiting for you to say
something when the duck started all that back there. I
figured you knew.”

“No, no no no! They can't be my mates... I couldn't

possibly be that blind. How did I-I... oh, man.” Bailey was
flabbergasted. “Mates?”

“You do realize that what you just described is exactly

how I feel with Marcus, right? It’s the mating urge. They
complete you. Their strengths fit your weaknesses and your
strengths shore up their weak points. You’re meant to be
together. Can’t you feel it?”

Chapter Ten

Keith barely had time to take all that in before Drake

was speeding out of the bar like his tail was on fire.
Expecting him to follow Bailey, Keith was left floundering
when Drake headed toward his own car instead. Oh, fuck.
This so wasn't how he'd pictured this happening.

When Rick had talked about the whole mating thing

he’d admitted that both men should have realized it this
weekend. If not before they had sex then definitely after
they had sex. Something about scents and all that. Most of it
had gone over his head but it was enough for him to realize
that he wanted to see what could happen with them. He'd
said they'd be feeling the same way. Keith had needed some
time to digest it all but once it sunk in he knew he had to get
some advice from Rick about how to go after them.

Now, he just wanted a do-over.
Running after Drake, he managed to catch up with the

man just as he reached his car. “What the hell, Drake?” he
asked, grabbing the duck's arm.

Drake surprised him by pulling free. The other man

balled a fist and punched Keith in the chest. “I'm not doing
this. I'm not going to sit here and watch him chase after

Adam.”

“Adam? What does this have to do with Adam?” What

the heck had he missed? Damn shifters. Rubbing a hand
over the spot Drake had hit, he stared him down. He felt
like he was the only one flying blind here.

“Are you simple? Bailey came here chasing after

Adam. That night? It was the night he found out Adam was
mated to the big bad wolf. That's why he came home with
me. That's why he had sex with us. That's why he's back
here sniffing after his friend.” Drake inhaled, lowering his
chin to his chest. “I'm not doing this,” he whispered.

“Ah, damn. Don't do that.” Half panicking, Keith pulled

Drake close. He ignored the faint struggles and held on tight.
“He can’t be with Adam. Adam’s mated to my cousin.”

Drake's body shuddered before he finally melted into

Keith. Keith ran his palms up and down Drake's back,
trying to soothe him.

“Okay. So, I'm missing a few pieces of information. I

have a feeling you've been holding out too. That's fine. I
don't care. What I do care about is that we find a way to fix
this. It doesn't matter if Bailey thinks he's in love with Adam.
He belongs to us. Hell, I don't understand any of this. But, if
there's one thing I've learned from watching my mom and
Eddie and dad with Shirl it's that this is good. We can have

something good here. I'm not letting us fuck it up right out of
the gate.”

Hell, some people might think he was moving too fast,

but he wasn’t a stupid man. He’d had enough experience
with mates to know that it was a hell of a lot easier to just
go with it. Keith had been pulled toward these two from the
moment he first saw them. The way he’d felt this entire
weekend was not something he was willing to give up. They
needed to still work things out, and it wasn’t going to be
easy, but he was willing to see what could happen. He was
willing to try.

Drake squirmed, trying to pull free. Keith finally let him.

He cupped Drake's face with both palms before the duck
could get entirely loose. He wanted to make sure Drake
understood this next part clearly.

“I'm taking control from both of you and I don't care if

you don't like it. You're mine. End of story.”

* * * * *

“Oh, thank fucking Jehoshaphat.” Drake threw himself

back into Keith's hold, practically sucking the man dry. His
lip cracked under the bruising pressure but he could care
less at the moment.

less at the moment.

He'd never thought he'd feel this way but for the first

time in his life he felt protected. Hearing Keith say he was
taking control cracked something inside Drake. That wall
inside himself that he shored up when things got too serious,
or when he expected people -- or himself -- to screw up.

The wall he placed between himself and everything that

really, truly mattered.

For the first time in his life he felt like he could actually

trust someone else. Who would have thought it'd be a
human who made him feel that way?

Damn, this felt right. Perfect. Actually, almost perfect.
He slowly pulled away, pressing a last lingering kiss to

Keith's mouth. Tonguing the split in his lip, he angled a sly
look toward Keith. “All we need is a pussy and we'll have
the perfect relationship.”

Keith's eyes lit up. “I'm sure we can find us one of

those somewhere around here.”

Cackling, Drake so wanted to do a little dance in the

parking lot. Trying to at least pretend he was cool, he
refrained. Wait a minute. He wasn't one to look a gift horse
in the mouth, but... “Didn't this all happen a little fast?
You're human. Why'd you just accept it?”

Shrugging, Keith inched closer. “I'm thirty four.

Compared to you and kitten, I've had a few more years
experience. And I’ve seen my relatives and how happy
they’ve been. So, that makes things easier for me. I'm ready
to discover what we can have together. Sure, the whole
mate deal does make a few things easier. We know we'll
get a happily ever after at the end of all this, but right now
I'm more interested in the journey we can make together.
You guys did something to me this weekend. Hey, no
jokes!” Keith clamped a hand over Drake's mouth just as
he was about to make a sarcastic quip.

Yeah, he was going to try and work on that instant

reaction.

With an arch look, Keith continued. “After watching

dad and Shirl and my mom and Eddie, I figure I'm more
comfortable in your world anyway. What they have together
is magic. Maybe literally. But, I've watched how happy my
parents have been over the years and to be honest, a part of
me has always wanted that.

“Why would I pass this up? It's a chance at the kind of

happiness my mom and dad have found. I'm not an idiot.
I'm also not going to rush into anything, though. I want to do
this right. So, no undying promises of love yet. In time,
definitely. But, we need to take things as they come.
Together, though. I'm putting my foot down about that one.

I'm not letting you two go. Get used to it.”

The sound of pounding feet interrupted what Drake

was going to say next. He smelled Bailey before the man
barrelled into him. Letting out an oof of air, Drake stumbled
back, holding Bailey close so neither man pitched to the
ground.

Bailey pulled back his arm, slapping Drake on the

back. “You were gone! I went back into the bar and you
were gone. Don't ever do that to me again. I thought I'd lost
you.”

Drake froze. What the hell?
“Bailey?” Keith frowned at Drake, probably just as

confused.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. The

world's biggest idiot. I don't even have an excuse. I just
didn't expect it and I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it
up to you, just please don't leave me.”

Drake tightened his hold, pulling Bailey even closer.

The little kitten was sobbing, the sound damned near
breaking his heart. Helpless, he gazed imploringly at Keith.
He didn't know what to do.

“Shh, it's okay. Don't cry, Bailster. Please don't cry.”

He kissed Bailey on the temple.

Bailey pressed up against his lips. Gratified by the

Bailey pressed up against his lips. Gratified by the

movement, Drake kissed his way down Bailey's face until he
was presented with full, red, pouting lips. Bailey's eyes were
closed, tears wet his cheeks and his nose was a little drippy
but Drake didn't care. He just wanted Bailey to stop crying.

Pressing their lips together, Drake swallowed Bailey's

moan. Delving his tongue into the sweet mouth, Drake tried
to tell Bailey without words what he meant to them. He
hadn't expected the other man to run after them.

Knowing that Bailey was this upset about the thought of

them leaving was strangely gratifying but he still felt guilty for
causing Bailey even a moment's pain. He hadn't wanted that.
He just wanted to prevent himself from being hurt.

“Come on, boys. Let's take this home.” Keith rubbed

Drake's back, distracting him from the taste of Bailey.

Pulling back enough to see Bailey's expressive blue

eyes, Drake lifted his own shirt and tried to dry Bailey's
face. “Let's go. I bet Keith will fuck you happy, if you asked
him all nice.”

Bailey let out a watery chuckle. “You think so?”
“Yeah, babe. I think so.”
Keith shook his head, obviously trying to hide his grin.

“You don't even have to ask. I'm doing it anyway. Hope
both of you rested up because I have more than a few plans

for you two.”

Practically dragging them to his truck, Keith left them

no room to complain. Not that either of them seemed to
want to complain. It was just cool how the guy took control
like that. Drake honestly hadn't thought he had it in him.

Drake crawled into the big ass vehicle, pulling Bailey in

after him. Kitten snuggled up to his side, immediately lifting
his head for another kiss. Gratified by the movement, Drake
turned in his seat, pushing Bailey against the door and
worming his hands underneath the dress shirt he was
wearing. Damn, no sweater vest this time. He'd have to buy
stock in the damned things to make sure Bailey wore them
as often as Drake wanted him to. Shit, that was something
he’d never thought would make him hot.

A swat to the back of his head got his attention. “Hey!”

He turned to glare at Keith.

“Buckle up.” Keith shook his head.
“Then can I go back to mauling sweet thing?”
“You can do whatever you want as long as your

seatbelt is on.”

Hah, Drake was going to make Keith regret those

words. He obviously had forgotten how flexible Drake was.

“Hey, so what did happen back there?” Keith asked.
Growling, Drake flung himself back into his seat.

Crossing his arms, he waited for Bailey to talk. He couldn't
work his mojo under these circumstances.

“Umm... what part?” Bailey whispered, inching closer

to Drake. A shaky hand touched his knee.

Drake uncrossed his arms, reaching down and grabbing

hold of Bailey's hand before he could pull it away. Bailey
gave a squeeze of thanks.

“All of it. Any of it. I'm feeling a bit left out.” Keith

pulled out of the parking lot. Drake figured he was probably
heading back to his house. At least, he hoped they were. He
was feeling a bit insecure at the moment and as much as he
would sound bad for saying it, he wanted to get horizontal
and naked. Maybe then he'd feel a bit more sure about
everything.

“I'm not apologizing,” Drake grumbled.
“No, I don't want you to. I'm sorry. It was my fault,”

Bailey said.

Damn, that made him feel bad. “Hey, puss in boots.

Remember what I said about apologizing? You can't do it
because then I'll look like an ass when I don't reciprocate.
Like I said, it's easier to admit you're a bastard then
apologize every time you annoy someone.”

“I think I remember saying that it doesn't hurt to be

polite,” Bailey admonished him.

polite,” Bailey admonished him.

Trying not to laugh, Drake shook his head.
“He's got you there, Drake.”
“Hey, don't be taking his side here, Keith. No fair

ganging up on me. Not unless there's some banging
involved.”

Bailey sniffed. “I'm not sure what you mean but I'm

sure it's dirty.”

“Aww, look, you know me so well already. Match

made in heaven.” Drake grinned.

“Focus.” Keith chuckled, placing one big hand on

Drake's thigh.

Keith stopped his truck, turning the behemoth off.

Drake startled, glancing around them. Huh, they were here
already. He hadn't expected it to go by so quickly.

The three shuffled out of the truck, making their way up

Keith's walkway and into his house. Keith ushered them to
the couch, sitting down at one end. Taking up the other end,
Drake pulled Bailey down between them.

Man, he hadn't expected to be back here so soon. It

was only yesterday that he'd left with the promise that he'd
give them both time. Was he making a mistake now? Should
he give them more time or should he just shut up and let fate
take them where the fickle bitch wanted?

Cynical, Drake? Nah.
“I didn't tell you two the full truth.” Bailey fidgeted

beside him.

Drake knew bits and pieces of all this, but he

wondered how Bailey was going to tell it.

“A few weeks ago, Adam and I kissed. It wasn't

anything major, but his dad found us and wasn't too happy.
You have to understand. Our fathers are really strict. I'm not
sure if all cat shifter families are the same, but the others that
I know are. You aren't supposed to be gay. They expect
you to find a female and breed early.”

Drake started to make choking sounds.
Bailey giggled. “Anyway, nothing else happened. I

don't know what I was thinking but at the time I thought I
was in love with Adam. He ended up leaving not too long
after to come here. I wasn't sure what to do but when I
talked it over with my friend Sally, we decided that I needed
to come after him and see what could happen. Only, well...
you both know what happened next.”

“When did you realize...” Keith paused, probably

weighing his words. He met Drake's gaze over Bailey's
head.

Drake shrugged. He stared intently at Bailey's

downturned face. The peach fuzz of fur on his hair looked

so damned pettable it was a bit distracting. Giving into his
urge, Drake smoothed a hand over Bailey's hair. Soft.

“About you guys? Or about my feelings for Adam? I

don't know why I didn't know about you two. I mean, I
knew something was going on but in all honesty I thought
my feelings were because we had sex. I think maybe I was
just all turned around. I don't really have an excuse. I think I
realized long before coming here that I wasn't in love with
Adam, I just never admitted it. If I'm honest, part of me
wanted to follow him because it looked like he'd found a
way out and I wanted the same thing. I didn't want to live
like that.”

“Bullshit,” Drake honked, removing his hand. “If you

knew then why were you still all mopey about him up until
about five minutes ago?”

Bailey lifted his head to meet Drake's gaze. “What was

I supposed to feel? Adam was my excuse for being here. If
he was mated, then I'd have to go back home. Especially
when my dad found out I was here. I still don't know what
I'm going to say to him. I don't want to go back. I'm not
scared of him, or anything and he didn't abuse me, so don't
think that. I just want to be able to make my own
decisions.”

“What do you want to do?” Keith asked, sending a

“What do you want to do?” Keith asked, sending a

glare at Drake behind Bailey's head. It was like they were
playing good cop, bad cop, and Keith kept taking the good
role. Or, maybe it was Drake that kept being the bad cop
and forcing Keith to be level-headed. Whatever.

Bailey didn't say anything. Staring into his big blue eyes,

Drake had the feeling Bailey didn't know what he wanted.
Oh, he was sure the man wanted to see where they could
go, but Bailey looked like he was coming up empty as far as
a job and all that stuff.

Figuring that it was time to admit his own little secrets,

since they were doing story time here, Drake cleared his
throat.

“I wouldn't worry about a job right away. I mean,

Keith here is doing okay, right?” He waited for the big man
to nod before continuing. “And if everything goes well next
week then I can move on to my chosen career.”

Bailey and Keith both stared at him, brows raised.

Damn, they even had near identical expressions. Pretty
funny, actually.

“Yeah, I said career. And it isn't at the double arches.”
Bailey raised his shoulders but Keith just continued to

stare him down.

“Hell. Fine, I'm a student at UVic. I'm defending my

thesis next week. The general subject is homosexuality in
aquatic birds, but I won't bore you with the details.”

“UVic?” Bailey wrinkled his nose.
“University of Victoria,” Keith murmured. “That's

amazing. I'm proud of you, Drake. You'll have to let us take
you out to celebrate.”

Embarrassed now, Drake tried to pass it off. “Hey, I

haven't passed yet.”

“True, but from what I know, most students don't make

appointments for defending unless they and their profs are
certain they'll make it.”

“Birds? So, tell me something. Are Mallards

homosexual?” Bailey smirked up at him.

Kitty cat was going to get a treat if he kept up with that.

“Yeah. Both males and females. To different degrees, but
that really doesn't matter to you. Gay drake pairs can make
up to 19% in some populations.” Drake reached over and
tweaked Bailey's nose. “You'll be happy to know that pair-
bonding and mounting has been found among house cats
too.”

Keith started to laugh, a great booming sound.
Bailey hissed, swatting Drake away. “I'm not a house

cat.”

“Really? Why don't you prove it to me then? Come on,

pussy, show me how wild you really are.” Drake smiled
wickedly.

“You don't think I can? Well, fine then. I'll prove it.”

Bailey stood up, quickly shucking his dress shirt before
either man could move.

Drake sat back, grinning. He wondered how far kitten

would take this. “Go on. I'm waiting. I want to see that
naked cock of yours.”

Bailey froze with his hands on the top button of his

khaki pants.

“Behave, Drake. Be nice to Kitten.”
Drake didn't even bother looking at Keith. “Oh, I'll be

nice alright. If he just takes those pants off, I'll be very, very
nice. Trust me.”

Bailey lifted his chin, a mutinous expression on his face.

Fingers nimbly unbuttoning and unzipping, he shucked his
pants, nearly falling on his ass when he tried to push them
down past his shoes.

Drake made a grab for Bailey, managing to tip him too

far forward and pull kitten into his lap. Well, he wasn't going
to complain about that. Keith helped out by sliding off the
couch onto his knees. Lifting Bailey's feet, Keith managed to
smoothly slide the offending shoes and socks off leaving
Bailey completely naked.

Bailey completely naked.

“Yeehaw. Looks like I caught me a little puddy tat.

Now, what should I do with him?” Drake snorted.

Bailey started to giggle, squirming around until Drake

could barely hold on to him. Surprised, Drake finally let him
go, watching as Bailey slithered to the ground beside Keith.
Slim hands reached up toward Drake's waist, pulling on his
belt.

“If this was off, you'd be able to do a lot more with

me.” Bailey grinned, letting out another giggle.

Keith's grin was just about wide enough to split his face

when Drake glanced over Bailey's head to catch the other
man's reaction. Well, well. Color him shocked.

Drake decided to get in the mood and follow Bailey's

lead. Standing up, he began to shimmy and sway, putting on
a bit of a tease while he stripped his clothes off.

“Work it,” Bailey cackled.
Snorting, Drake had to stop until he finished laughing

before he could finish pulling off everything. His cock was
hard enough to pound nails and they hadn't even done
anything yet. He was a bit surprised he was having so much
fun with this, actually.

Keith amped up the energy in the room when he stood

up, grabbing Bailey with one arm and slinging him over his

shoulder. Bailey squealed, naked ass thrust high in the air.
Drake had to stop to watch that glorious sight. Which was
probably why he didn't expect Keith's next move.

Ducking down, Keith grabbed Drake around the waist,

picking him up too. Carrying both men, one in each arm, he
started down the hall.

“Hey! I'm not a toy you can just cart around,” Drake

yelled, trying not to laugh.

“You were taking too long.”
“Huh. Yeah, I've got nothing to say about that.

Except... holy shit, Keith. What have you been eating?”

Entering his bedroom, Keith tossed them both onto the

bed. Limbs tangled, Drake and Bailey tried to sort
themselves out before giving up and sprawling over the
covers.

With a wicked grin, Keith stripped off his tee, throwing

it to the ground before tackling his own jeans. Within
seconds he was standing before them just as naked as the
two of them. His entire body was seriously ripped, all
corded, lean muscle. It obviously wasn't just for show,
either, judging by how easily he'd picked up both men.

“What? I haul around furniture all day. What did you

expect?” Keith said, answering Drake's question.

Bringing his hand up to make sure he really wasn't

drooling, Drake turned the movement into a sexy slide of his
palm down his chest. Fisting his own cock, he was gratified
to see Keith's gaze slide right where he wanted it.

The next few minutes passed by in a blur. It seemed

he'd barely glanced up at Keith before the big man was on
him, grinding down on his body and kissing him like he was
a dying man and Drake was his last shot at air.

Bailey pressed up against them, fingers ghosting over

Drake's body and leaving every once in awhile to probably
touch Keith's skin.

Keith shifted Drake further up the bed. Reaching out

his arm, Drake scrambled for the bedside table and the lube
and condoms he knew were there. He finally flipped over,
needing more room to look. The instant he did, he had four
hands moving over his back, touching his ass, pressing
against his hole. Arching his back, he opened for them,
more than happy to just lay here and let them do whatever
they wanted.

“Can you… can we…?”
Drake froze in place, glancing back over his shoulder at

Bailey. “Can we what?”

“You know.” Bailey frowned at him.
“Babe, I really don’t know. All the blood has gone

south to not-so-little Drake and I can’t string two thoughts

south to not-so-little Drake and I can’t string two thoughts
together right now. Spit it out.”

“Iwantoneofyoutofuckme,” Bailey rushed out, not

pausing for breath.

Drake had to close his eyes to make sure he hadn’t just

died and gone to heaven. Blinking his peepers open, he
glanced over at Keith. The big man looked just as shocked
as he was. “Say again?”

“You heard me!” Bailey swatted Drake’s arm.
“Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say the words again.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that was most likely splitting his
face right now. Damned skippy. Yeehaw, this was going to
be a good day.

“Are you sure?” Keith asked, probably determined to

be the bigger person here. Well, okay, he was already the
bigger person, but shit… focus, Drake.

Bailey shrugged, his cheeks damned near scarlet with

his blush. “I-I know it won’t hurt. I mean, you’ll be
gentle?”“I’ll do everything I can to make this as good for
you as it will most certainly be for us. Deal?” Keith asked.

Frozen in place, afraid to breath in case Bailey changed

his mind, Drake waited.

Bailey smiled, ducking his head. “Yeah.”
Keith slapped his ass, causing Drake to jump.

“Condom, now.”

Quickly grabbing what he needed, Drake nimbly turned

around, presenting his treasures to Keith and tackling
Bailey. Lucky him, Keith's bed was wide enough to play
around in. That was one thing he appreciated about this
place. He just needed to dirty it up a bit and he'd feel right
at home.

Plus, he was imagining that Keith would want to spank

his ass for messing with his things so that was an obvious
bonus.

Hands smoothing down Bailey's body, Drake followed

with his mouth, trying to nip and lick every surface of skin.
Bailey mewled, spreading himself out further to let Drake
have more room.

“Yeah, just like that,” Drake murmured, kneeling

beside Bailey's prone body.

His baby tasted amazing. Drake couldn’t figure out

what it was but he wasn’t about to stop and analyze it. If he
were a touch more sentimental he’d probably spout some
crap about Bailey tasting like home, but he’d die before
actually saying that out loud. Didn’t stop him from thinking
it, but hell… if he wasn’t careful these two were going to
turn him into a sensitive man who--fuck--communicated his
feelings.

“Please, please, Drake. Please…” Bailey mewled.
Drake licked a meandering path down the centre of

Bailey’s chest, letting his tongue linger at the fascinating
divot of Bailey’s belly button.

“Please, Drake. I can’t…I, oh, I need you…”
Well, fuck. How was he supposed to slow down and

make sure Bailey was 100% ready for his first time if the
little kitten was going to wiggle around and beg like that?

Keith's hand reached around from behind, cupping

Drake's cock. Drake felt the touch of latex and moved
away from Bailey enough to see what Keith was doing.
Huh. It seemed Drake was going to win the prize of being
Bailey’s first. No pressure. No siree.

A second package was ripped open, and Drake could

see Keith repeating the gesture on himself. Okay, looked
like both Drake and Keith would be doing the fucking.

Passing Drake the bottle of lube, Keith slid his hands

down Drake's back, fingers pressing against his puckered
hole. Drake grinned, wiggling into the touch. Laying the
bottle down beside Bailey, he leaned over and started to
lick Bailey's dick. Damn, kitten definitely had the sweetest
cream. Bailey's hands grasped his hair, pulling the feathered
cap. Drake growled against Bailey's flesh, moving down to
nip at the juncture between his groin and his thigh. He barely

nip at the juncture between his groin and his thigh. He barely
had to nudge Bailey before his kitten was spreading his legs,
lifting up to let Drake explore to his heart's content. A heel
kicked his back, but he finally got Bailey situated – ass
lifted, thighs tossed over Drake's shoulders.

Drake inhaled deeply, nuzzling the furry balls in front of

him before laving the sac with his tongue.

Continuing down, he traced his tongue behind Bailey's

balls and up his crease. Sweet and musky, it was a definite
turn-on. Happily, Drake ate at Bailey's ass, delving his
tongue inside the warm entrance. Fuck, he was tight.

Bailey squirmed, his heels drumming on Drake's back

before they were lifted. Drake didn't even have to look
behind him to know that Keith had just joined in again.

Hell, he'd been so distracted by Bailey, he'd barely

even been aware of the fact that Keith wasn't fingering his
ass anymore. Wiggling his hips, he tried to urge the man
back to his task.

A heated chuckle sounded behind him. “Patience.

Kitten first.”

Deciding to step up his game, Drake blindly reached

for the bottle of lube he'd dropped. Picking it up, he
carefully popped the top and poured out a bit of liquid into
his palm. Good thing he'd had practice doing this one

handed.

Bringing his hand back, he coated the fingers of his

other hand and started to caress Bailey's crease. Raising his
head, he went back to licking along Bailey's cock and
pressed one finger against Bailey's hole.

They both groaned at the first gentle thrust. Bailey

jerked his hips, moaning loudly. Drake played with Bailey's
ass as long as he could before adding another digit. Bailey
started to keen, and Drake was about a second away from
joining him when Keith nudged his hips.

“He's ready.”
Taking the big man's word for it, Drake sat up on his

knees, feeling Bailey's legs drop to either side of him. Keith
supported him at his back, helping him tilt Bailey's hips up
over Drake's thighs. Drake let out a shuddering breath,
meeting Bailey's gaze.

“Please...” Bailey mewled.
Keith's hand wrapped around his condom-covered

cock, applying more lube and nearly making Drake cum.
Panting, Drake batted Keith's hand away, grasping his dick
and pressing the tip against Bailey's ass. He slowly sank into
the tightest, sweetest hole he'd ever been inside.

Tossing his head, letting it fall to Keith's shoulder, he

cried out. Grateful for Keith's support -- literally -- Drake

began to thrust mindlessly. Keith's big hands moved over
both of them, gliding along their skin, heating them up even
more.

Shit, Drake wasn't going to last. He froze, cursing,

before pulling out. Holding his dick and hoping the touch of
his hand didn’t trigger an orgasm, he shuddered. Man, that
was close. He really wasn’t ready to cum yet. “Fuck, your
turn.”

Keith chuckled, picking Drake up and moving him to

the side. Drake collapsed beside Bailey, running the palms
of his hands down Bailey's chest and tweaking the pale pink
nipples in front of him.

He looked down, watching as Keith applied lube to his

own condom-covered cock, before Keith pressed against
Bailey's ass. Keith gritted his teeth, his lips pulled back in a
snarl. Yeah, Drake knew exactly how he felt.

Watching Keith fuck Bailey was about the hottest thing

he'd ever seen. Pulling off his condom and throwing it to the
foot of the bed, Drake finally gained his knees again. Bailey
threw out a hand, brushing against Drake's cock and making
him see stars.

“Shit, Bailey! Don't do that.”
“I wanna... please... Dr-Drake. Oh, Keith, yes...”
Well, since he'd asked nicely. Loving the fact that Keith

Well, since he'd asked nicely. Loving the fact that Keith

was kneeling upright with Bailey sprawled out in front of
him, Drake lifted his leg and swung it over Bailey's body.
Straddling the kitty cat, he thrust forward, bumping Bailey's
chin with his dick. Bailey's tongue peeked out, touching the
tip of his cock and that was all she wrote.

Drake arched his back, shouting out his orgasm. Shit,

he hadn't wanted to go that quickly. Looking down, he
watched his creamy seed splatter over Bailey's face. Keith's
hands grasped his hips, soothing the tension out of his body.

Breathing deeply, Drake had no idea how he managed

to swing his leg back over to lie beside Bailey again but he
suspected Keith might have had something to do with it.
Determined to make the other two men cum soon, Drake
reached down for Bailey's dick, jerking it in time to Keith's
thrusts. Keith froze in place, his body tense, the familiar
signs of him coming a ridiculous turn-on for Drake.

“Fuck...” Keith got out between his gritted teeth.
That was apparently just what Bailey needed. The little

one stiffened, his cock spurting out thick cream all over
Drake's hand and his own belly.

Letting out an expelled laugh, Drake leaned down,

kissing Bailey's adorable lips. Keith moved away, disposing
of his condom before coming back and moving them all into

a more comfortable position.

Drake lay on his back, head propped up on Keith's

bicep. Keith's colossal chest was a warm weight beside him
and little Bailey was sprawled out diagonally across both of
them. He was going to studiously ignore the fact that Drake
and Bailey were close to the same height and weight. As far
as he was concerned, Bailey would always be the little one.

Bailey lifted his head off Drake's chest, shifting in place

where he lay across Keith. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Keith slid a palm over Bailey's ass, his hand nearly

covering both cheeks. Damn, that was hot. “For what,
baby?”

“For being you. Both of you. I'm just glad, is all.”
Drake smiled, genuinely sated. Happy. Aw, shit. He

was definitely going to end up turning into one of those
sunshine and roses annoying people who was always happy.
Hell. Shrugging internally, he figured it really didn't matter in
the end. He'd just have to get used to it.

Chapter Eleven

Bailey purred, feeling safe and protected sandwiched

between Drake and Keith at the bar. It was Friday night,
exactly a week after he'd first entered Wolf Creek Bar and
Grill and ran into a human and a duck that changed his life.

Rick set three shot glasses down in front of them.
Bailey leaned forward, sniffing his. He wasn't much on

alcohol. Glancing up at Keith for direction, he watched the
other man pick up his own glass.

“Is it just me or is this the same drink you gave us last

week? What's the deal?” Keith asked.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Rick glanced at them, a slight

smirk playing at his lips. “It’s a Duck Fart.”

“What?” Drake squawked, bristling.
Bailey grinned, tipping back his shot glass and

swallowing the mixture. Perfect. It was perfect. Just like the
two men he hoped to learn more about. Discover what he
could have with them. His life would never be ordinary, but
as long as he worked at the relationship with Drake and
Keith he had faith that things would end up exactly the way
they were supposed to.

When he’d left home last week, he’d never imagined

he’d end up with a human and a duck.

Now, he couldn't imagine his life any other way.

Turn the page for more information on the first book
in the Wolf Creek series, BLACK WOLF, featuring
the romance of Adam and Marcus…

WOLF CREEK 1: BLACK WOLF

Adam Bates is in trouble. He’s virtually penniless, is being
threatened by his landlord, and now he’s late for work at his
new job. Expecting to be chastened by his boss, Adam
doesn’t expect to be provided with a protector instead. He
definitely doesn’t expect his minder to be a big, bad wolf
with attitude.

Marcus Black has just arrived back home, but he won’t
refuse his brother when he asks him to help a little tabby cat.
When Adam is threatened by his landlord in front of
Marcus, his alpha wolf won’t let him stand by and let it
happen.

Adam is about to find strength in submission, and his own
set of claws. Marcus is about to find the mate he’s been
searching for in a deceptively small tabby. Let the games
begin...

Chapter One

It was the noise that woke him; a dull buzzing droning

sound behind him. Adam Bates cracked open an eyelid,

regretting it instantly. Frog legs, he hurt.

Of all the ways he’d imagined dying, this hadn’t even

been on the list. Who’d have thought it would end this way?

The phone finally stopped ringing, and he was blessed

with silence for a moment. Almost immediately it started to

ring again. Who the heck would be calling him at…wait, he

had no idea what time it was. His head was pounding, and

his entire body ached. Realizing he was lying on the floor,

Adam gingerly rolled over. What the heck?

Suddenly, it all came back to him in a rush of clarity.

Scott! He had to get out of here. Where was Scott? A

single inhale told him he was alone. The scent of the human

surrounded him but it wasn’t strong enough to indicate he

was still inside the apartment.

Adam wheezed, pulling himself up on the arm of the

chair beside him. It was ripped, cotton stuffing escaping

from the blood-stained fabric. How did that happen?

Confused, he paused to consider his surroundings. Blinking

when his eyesight went fuzzy, he swiped a hand over his

face. His hand was sticky and red when he pulled it away.

Shaking his head, Adam groaned.

His apartment had been trashed, kitchen chairs were

overturned, rips and stains decorated the cheap sofa and

armchair. His tiny TV was on its side and busted open. Oh

well, he hadn’t been able to afford cable anyway. The bed

in the corner of the one room apartment was rumpled, the

covers balled at the foot of the bed, the mattress pad nearly

torn right off.

He had to get out of here. Now.

Without pausing to consider his actions, he ignored the

ringing phone. The sound of it followed him out the door,

keys in hand. He stopped to lock the door and realized it

had been busted open. Frog legs. He turned and ran. Well,

hobbled really. His knee ached something fierce.

Scott might come back at any minute. He had to get

out, needed to get out now. There was only one place he

felt safe…Wolf Creek. Rick’d know what to do.

Adam panted, unable to catch his breath, stumbling in

his haste to run down the stairs. He tripped, missing several

steps on his downward journey, and grabbed hold of the

banister with a shaky grip. Reaching the ground floor, he

gasped at the pain in his knee. He had no idea what’d

happened to it, his memories of that afternoon were still a

little hazy. He couldn’t do anything about it at the moment,

but he’d about kill for an ice pack.

Hurrying down the street, he kept his head down, not

wanting anyone to stop him and ask if he was alright. He

wished he had a car or something that would make his

getaway easier, but he couldn’t afford the payments, so he

was stuck walking. He only hoped he could get there in time

before Scott spotted him on the road. Campbell River

wasn't that big and he had no idea how long he'd been lying

there.

A warm trickle of blood ran down his face, sticky wet.

Adam reached up his hand and wiped it away. The cut

stung, a sharp bite high on his left temple, but at least he

didn’t have to worry about the blood getting in his eyes if he

kept wiping it away. It would heal soon, anyway. It was his

leg he was worried about, but he didn’t have enough time to

shift and heal it. Already it was throbbing, and he had a full

night’s work ahead of him. At least he hoped he did. Adam

didn’t know what he’d do if the Black family fired him for

being late. He had nowhere else to go. He couldn’t go

home. Not yet.

“Stupid, stupid cat!”

He shook his head, fighting back the tears that

threatened to spill over. It was only the start of his second

week at work, and already he was screwing up. He

couldn’t afford to lose this job; it was the only thing keeping

his head above water at the moment.

He’d tried to time this right, thinking to confront Scott

when he knew he’d have to leave right away. Adam had

given himself ten minutes before he had to leave to walk to

work, and now he was hopelessly late.

He wished for a phone so he could call work, but he’d

have to wait until he passed the closest convenience store.

He wasn’t sure whether he needed to call or not, but it

didn't hurt to let them know he was still coming in to work.

As he walked down the street, Adam hunched his

shoulders, ducking his head down. Right about now, he’d

kill to be in comfortable surroundings, listening to the soft

wash of conversation among his sisters and his parents.

He wanted to go home. He couldn’t though, not just

yet.

Angrily wiping away the tears that once again filled his

eyes, Adam sniffed, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder.

He needed to distract himself from his homesickness. It

wouldn’t do any good. He’d left for a reason, and he hadn’t

reached his goal yet. He needed to prove to himself, and his

family, that he could stand up for himself. That he wasn’t

going to just blindly follow his father’s dictates.

“Right, cause you’ve done such a great job of taking

care of yourself so far,” he muttered, softly.

He limped toward the gas station when he came close,

making his way as quickly as possible over to the payphone.

Digging out a handful of change from his pocket, he dialed

the number to Wolf Creek, tapping his foot nervously.

“Wolf Creek Bar and Grill.”

Adam jerked at the low, clipped baritone. He’d been

caught up in rehearsing his speech for Rick. Although the

two men were brothers, Max was way more intimidating

than Rick. Adam hadn't quite gotten comfortable around the

brusque werewolf yet.

“Uh, h-hi, M-Max. It’s, uh, this is Adam. I, uh, didn’t

ex-expect you to p-pick up.”

The voice immediately softened, the drawl becoming

more pronounced. “Hey, Adam. The place is pretty busy.

I’m just helping Rick out since I was right beside the phone.

Aren’t you supposed to be in tonight?”

Adam nodded, sniffing when he realized the man

couldn’t see the movement. “Yeah, I’m a little late. I, uh,

had a little…well… C-could you tell Rick I’ll be in soon? I

promise I’m coming in; I’m just a little late. Well, more than

a little, but… Uh, yeah. Can you tell him?”

“Sure thing.”

Adam hung up the phone after saying his goodbyes,

taking a deep breath. “You’re okay. Just breathe.” If he

wasn’t careful, they were going to think he was the world’s

biggest chicken. He needed to get a hold of himself. This

was ridiculous. There was no need to be stuttering and

stammering on the phone. He didn’t even want to imagine

how much worse it was going to be when he saw them all in

person.

Halfheartedly wiping at his face, Adam continued

walking toward the harbor and Wolf Creek Bar and Grill,

making himself as small as possible. If he’d been in his other

form, he just knew his fur would be standing on end. He

needed to be alone, not caught on a street corner with a

handful of smelly, sweaty humans. Adam shuddered, cursing

his sensitive nose for the millionth time since he’d moved to

Campbell River.

* * * * *

Marcus Black inhaled deeply the minute he got out of

his truck. Home. He loved that smell. Fish and saltwater

combined with the scent of wolves and all sorts of other

creatures of the night. Christ, what did his brothers do, sleep

out here? Unobtrusively looking around to make sure he

was alone and unobserved, Marcus stepped up to the side

of the building and relieved himself. He hummed. Rick was

going to hate that.

Done with his first order of business, Marcus walked

around Wolf Creek Bar and Grill and stood looking out at

the water. He loved it here. Dozens of sailboats bobbed in

front of him, spread out along the Discovery Harbour

Marina that Wolf Creek bordered. He started down the

gangway, nodding at a couple wandering along the docks.

Quadra Island was a welcome site across the water. He

wondered if his brothers wanted to go camping soon. He

itched to be out in his fur.

For a few peaceful minutes, he wandered up and down

the dock to his family’s berth. Damn, she looked fine. The

Four Howlers was a prime example of why you shouldn’t

let your half-wild wolf children name a perfectly good 44’

sailboat.

With that thought in mind, he figured he should finally

go inside and figure out what his brothers wanted.

Half an hour later, he cradled his beer protectively in his

hand, lifting his arm above the people around him. They

were packed like sardines inside the bar, and he desperately

needed some fresh air before he snapped and growled at

someone. He’d been bumped from behind one too many

times tonight, and he wasn’t exactly in the most peaceful

frame of mind. The fact that he hadn’t been able to speak to

Rick yet just made things worse. What the fuck did his

brother want?

Reaching the back of the bar and the door marked

Private, he turned his nose up and fought the urge to sneeze

at the strong odor of wolf. His brother’s scent was nearly

overpowering. What did he do, rub on everything?

“Goddamn bastard.”

He grinned at the surprise Rick had in store the next

time he stepped out into the parking lot. The man obviously

spent too much time here.

Hey, that's just what brothers did. Although, he’d take

one of his pack over a human any day. The ones crowded

into the bar tonight had no respect for personal space or

decorum. Fuck, he couldn’t stand this.

Curling his lip, Marcus sidestepped a lady wearing a

Curling his lip, Marcus sidestepped a lady wearing a

tiny bit of lace over a stupid excuse for a skirt. She batted

her eyes up at him in what she probably thought was a

seductive expression, but it only served to make him want to

slap her upside the head and tell her to go put some damn

clothes on. This night was fast turning into a waste of time.

“This is why I fucking hate coming out in public,” he

muttered. The woman stopped with a smile, probably

thinking he was talking to her, and Marcus beat a hasty

retreat.

He was just about to leave the bar, his promise to Rick

that he’d talk to him be damned, when the sweetest scent

drifted close to him. Marcus froze, ignoring the body that

bumped into his back, and the accompanying curse, to try

and pinpoint the scent.

He turned, raising his nose and drawing air deeply into

his lungs. Almost instantly, his cock hardened, testing the

limits of his jeans. Christ, he hadn’t had that happen since he

was a randy teen, popping wood at the slightest breeze.

Snapping his head to the right, his gaze was unerringly

drawn to the small man making his way through the crowd.

He moved sinuously, gracefully, stepping around people

without touching them. His right leg dragged briefly and

Marcus frowned.

A low growl came from deep in his chest. He cursed

silently, trying to grasp control of his wolf. He couldn’t let it

take over in a crowded bar, but it took everything in him to

stop from plowing through the crowd and screaming for the

assholes around the man to move out of the way. What the

hell was wrong with his wolf?

The man had his head tucked down so it was almost

uncanny how he seemed to know where to move next. The

low light in the bar wasn’t the best for seeing the man’s

features, but Marcus felt that they were arresting. Although,

it wouldn’t really matter if he looked like the ass end of a

hedgehog. He was about ten minutes away from belonging

to the big, bad wolf in the bar. Marcus stepped forward,

making his way closer to the man, uncaring of the people he

was cutting off.

Stripes of brown, ochre and black hair tufted up

around the man’s face, with a little black M shaded in the

hair right above his forehead. Marcus had only ever seen

that on…wait. Being closer to the man made the subtleties

in his scent intensify. He smelled like a cat and he looked

like a tabby.

Actually, he smelled like more than cat. He smelled like

mate. Deep inside him, he felt the wolf give an impatient

snap of teeth, anxious to get out and claim what belonged to

him.

Marcus grinned, ignoring the two men who abruptly

backed away from his feral expression.

He kept his gaze locked onto the small tabby, the man

who was completely unaware that he was now being

hunted. He licked his lips, starting forward. This was going

to be fun.

BIO

Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over
thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s been
known to accept writing challenges from friends and family
just to see their reactions and Jade is also a firm believer
that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a
person’s gender identity or sexual orientation.

Originally from Northern Ontario, she's lived in British
Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East.
Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta where she’s hard at
work on her next story.

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MORE JADE BUCHANAN TITLES AVAILABLE

The Bandit Creek series:
PENNY CANDY
HARD CANDY

The Wolf Creek series:
BLACK WOLF
DUCK FART

The Felidae series:
LAITHE’S PRIDE
ASAD’S MATE
USAMA’S JOURNEY
LEV’S DISCOVERY
NAVIN’S MASTER
ROWAN’S MEN

The Pridelands series:
DARREN’S SURPRISE
ZULA’S STAND
SHEER’S CHOICE
GRIFFIN’S JOY
KHALID’S CHALLENGE
ACHAN’S PEACE

The Broken Trilogy:
BROKEN RULES
BROKEN SILENCE – coming soon
BROKEN DISTANCE – coming soon

The Horsfall Trilogy:
TAIL OF TWO BROTHERS
TASTE TEST
AS THE CROW FLIES

The Northern Bears Trilogy:
BEAR WITH ME
UNBEARABLE
BEAR OUT

Single titles:
NUT CREAM
THE FROG IN THE ROOM
ALL WRAPPED UP 3 COLLECTION: BOUND TO
PLEASE
SPACEPORT: MARKED
ROOKERY COVE: FAUN OF A TIME
BULL RIDER
DREAMING OF HARMONY
FIRESTORM ANTHOLOGY
THE HANDYMAN
THE BOARDROOM
TAKING CHANCES

TAKING CHANCES
AELLA’S SONG